A Heavenly Choice - Poem by Eugene Levich
If I had to choose a heaven to go to
I'm not tempted by the Christian one:
Listening to some broad with wings
Strumming a harp up on a cloud,
Even if she was playing Mozart.
I like Muslim heaven
With its fountains and gardens
And 72 heavenly, lubricious virgins
Ministering to all my needs.
Of course, when Eskimos describe heaven
It sounds like Hawaii.
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