When I Get to Heaven
When I get to heaven I want to rest 24/7 Well at least for a little while From all those who try to beguile Knocking on my door Trying to sell and peddle Stuff I didn't ask and don't want When I get to heaven I'll be free from junk mail Be in via the post or email In heaven I'll be liberated From telemarketers infuriated By my lack of desire to buy When I say no until they cry In heaven I won't have to Hear people boisterously yell Deal with people who smell Smoke like the dirty devil Curse like a drunken sailor And drive like a bat out of hell In heaven I can rest and chill I won't be sick, nor need a pill Therefore I won't have to hear Pharmaceutical ads that feel Entitled to tell me I'm ill Because I once felt sad or down In heaven people won't be grumpy Nor angry at me when I'm happy In heaven kids can get along Share toys and sing a song In heaven people won't be so greedy Competitive, covetous, and needy Angels will keep us company So widows won't feel lonely In heaven food won't have preservatives Everything will exude superlatives Pride won't snare us in heaven People will rejoice and celebrate Not recoil, become jealous, and deviate From being friendly and social Because they aren't the focal Point of affection and attention Contrary to those given to depreciation In heaven there will be appreciation Of the Creator and His creation The people made in His image We will be secure in our personage Planted in our proper place Glorious and abiding in eternal grace Ecstatic just to daily behold God's face.