The Post Life Times

‘Só ready to die’: everyone says that.

 For instance, take in, a look, around you:

‘I’m a psychedelic nuisance; I’m fat;

 I’m got no pussy; I’m got eat by rat.’

 Too much: heaven would never stand for such.

 For example, just take in all the looks.

 

 And so it is that he wonders about

 these things: to die and be dead forever.

 Eternal recreation feels like: lack

 luster; basically, it’s just whatever.

 And we are now climaxing to the point,

 right on time for a late-life conversion:

 

 Hallelujah and holy, holy shit,

 things get heavy babe, be ready for it.