littlemisscloud writes

The Gates Of Gold

perhaps, 

God must've been taking 

his thick afternoon naps 

all the while 

when the whole lot of thirsty, 

anxious souls came 

bustling their way through 

choking their fists under filthy palms

 around the gates of heaven 

this wild, batty delirium 

has since materialized into his daily grind 

seeing how they savagely

 settle their hearts in

 with such a phony act 

seems like a sure no-go for them 

-a.