So now;
Quit the drama,
Do not paint the heavens
Like some fanatical zombies;
Being of angels or saints
In some celestial sphere
Rendering ceaseless praises
And dining in whites-
Yes; so you heard,
But what have you in fact?
A friend down town
Has a vivid account too;
Of some heaven
Braced with earthly ecstasy;
Especially of saintless meddling-
With his glass of beer,
A stick of cigarette,
Plenty of cash; and of course
A bevy of ladies
He says;
Here is heaven;
Now; go on, put this on canvas!
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