'' You're Going Somewhere That's Hot '' Poem by Bri Mar

At last I've arrived,
I've came through the light,
What's being contrived,
Is not yet in sight.

I remember leaving,
My earthly control,
Some were grieving,
Praying for my soul.

No need to pray,
I've led a good life,
Will I have a say?
Ask the wife.

I am summoned within,
To an angelic place,
Do you know about sin?
They say to my face.

I've committed a few,
None mortal I hope,
I'll get what I'm due,
But I know I can cope.

They take out my files,
The interview starts,
While I'm all smiles,
The God one departs.

Feeling put upon,
I demand he returns,
Where has he gone?
My stomach now churns.

While I await anointment,
The Godfellows back,
I've arranged an appointment,
Of truth there's a lack.

He says this one thinks,
He's a real high flyer,
This whole thing stinks,
We know you're a liar.

Those sins you've forgotten?
We here do not,
For being rank rotten,

‘' You're Going Somewhere That's Hot ‘'