Looked At From The Other Side Poem by Mary Champion

I was down and I wanted to die.
‘Won't you let me? ' I started to cry,
when a voice in my head
said, ‘You're already dead,
and it's living that you ought to try.

‘What you think of as death is a fake.
What you think of as sleep is awake,
and the struggle and strife
that you look on as life
is the Hell you all need to escape.

‘What you look on as dreams will come true
when you wake up to what I've told you,
For at sunset you wake
and at sunrise you break
all the promise the night brought to you.

‘So just turn this old world on its head
and stop wishing that you could be dead.
When you've run out of time
and you've paid for your crime,
i is life you'll be getting instead.'

But I cried, ‘No use talking to me,
I'm an atheist, God, can't you see?
and the riddles you spout
don't convince me of owt.'
Then he answered, ‘I have to agree

‘that I'm hardly at all like they say
and they're wasting their time when they pray,
cos their trying to lean
on a goddamned machine
that's been programmed to show them the way.

‘There's no God, that's the truth I'm afraid.
There's no Him in whose image you're made,
just that ancient Goddess
who created this mess
when she set out to get herself laid.

‘Now, at last, you've received all the gen,
you can see why all humans are men.
When the process is through
she'll be worshipping you
and I'll bet you'll believe in God then.'

At this point my psychiatrists appear
and declare, ‘That confirms our worst fear,
you're as schizoid as hell,
need a nice padded cell.'
And the voice in my head yelled, ‘Hear Here! '