To Spurn Heaven

Wait, now,
you’re telling me I don’t have to clock in?
That everyone is fed?
That nobody pays rent and
everyone is rested?
Now, let me see here, you’re saying
all is given abundantly and freely,
and all may partake?
Hold on just one sacred second, sir,
I must share the space with waiters?
Useless burger-flippers and
Art-history majors?
Not to mention taxi-drivers?
And all here are equal? Really?
Even the meek? Even the weak?
Equal?
Well I didn’t want to say nothin’
but if this is really heaven
then I’ve been fighting for hell.

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