Ryan's Story

On an eerie moonlit night
In my bar I drank and died,
Angels took me by my hand,
Led me to the Promised Land,
St. Peter asked me at the gate,
Why I came so drunk and late,
Where in holy hell I've been,
What I've done
And what I've seen,
God, in white, he just looked on
Till old Peter said - I'm done,
All these holies
Dressed as physicians
To examine my condition,
Met Napoleon and Einstein there
And famous people from everywhere,
But I noticed on the gate,
'Heavenly Nuthouse'
On some fancy plate displayed.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz