I Met St Peter And Came Back Poem by Phil Smith

The bullet hit me
Sending me forward
Slamming into the ground
So bloody hard

Blood was everywhere
The realisation
It was mine
Didn't help at all

I could hear people
Screaming yelling
Ambulance sirens deafening
He's still breathing

Stuck me with a needle
An oxygen mask on the mouth
Into the ambulance
Racing through the streets

Rushing me to ER
Then into OR
I went to sleep
Leaving them to save me

I woke up relaxed and calm
I was looking down
It was me on the table
Being jump started

Don't bother fellas
I'm out of here
I see a tunnel
Head for the light

An old guy
With a grey beard
G'day mate how are ya
Welcome to heaven Phillip

Am I in trouble
If God walks out
I'll die of fright
Too late idiot

You St Peter
Yes Phillip
You know Jesus
My head started hurting

He's back I heard them say
You bloody hero
I still don't know
If Jesus knows the Gate Keeper