David Lewis Paget

Gold Star - 9,373 Points (22.11.1944 / Nottingham, England/live in Australia)

Heaven, Hell, Or The Highway - Poem by David Lewis Paget

Solomon thought he was doing well
His assets just grew and grew,
He had no moral imperative
While ripping off me and you,
He'd made a fortune in stocks and shares
And a little insider trading,
Had married, divorced, with a bit to spare
For his extra-marital mating.

He wasn't exactly a murderer
Though he'd peddled horse and hash,
If someone died he would say they lied,
He needed the extra cash.
He was at his prime and was feeling fine
At the age of forty-two,
When an evil bloke with a scythe and cloak
Said, ‘I've been looking for you! '

The sudden shock was a heart attack
The pain caught him by surprise,
He thought he might buy him off, but saw
The implacable, staring eyes.
The guy said, ‘I'm just the messenger,
You're going away, it's sad!
You'll have to leave it behind, you know
But you can't complain, you're bad! '

He found himself on an open road
That was either up, or down,
He thought, with the wisdom of Solomon
He'd try the high end of town,
But a clerk with wings at a Pearly Gate
Said, ‘First you must come by me, '
Pulled out a plate that was headed ‘Fate! '
‘I have to check your CV! '

He read, and mumbled and held him there,
And whispered under his breath,
‘This can't be right, you shouldn't be here,
You suffered an early death!
You haven't had time to mend your ways
But the rules are more than clear,
You've not enough points on the ‘Goody' side
So you won't be welcome here! '

He pointed to way, way down on the road
Where there shimmered a reddish glow,
‘They might be more than amenable
To letting you in, you know.'
So Solomon turned, his heart in his throat
And he made the long trek down,
To a surly goat in a pigskin coat
Who greeted him with a frown.

He tried to enter but, ‘Not so fast! '
The goat had stood in his way,
‘I have to check your CV you know,
Before you get in today.'
He read and mumbled and held him there
And whispered under his breath,
‘There's not enough evil here to spare
With you guys from a premature death.'

‘It's sad, ' he said, ‘but you can't come in, '
He said in a voice so gruff,
‘You're bad, I see, but your history?
You're simply not bad enough!
I have to be able to justify
That you've earned more than you can handle,
It's a serious thing, for eternity,
To make you a Roman Candle.'

So Solomon found himself out in the cold
On a long and deserted highway,
With all of the others rejected there
Who'd said they would do things ‘My way! '
If only they'd thought before they died
What they'd need for a clear admission,
The goat would have welcomed them all inside
As a lawyer, or politician!

23 November 2014

Topic(s) of this poem: humour

Comments about Heaven, Hell, Or The Highway by David Lewis Paget

  • (11/22/2014 10:50:00 PM)

    At last what destiny solomon faced is a mystery.. A beautiful description the poet made. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 22, 2014

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