BUBBLE NO SQUEAK
I have very little bubble,I'm never ever in trouble
With a lot of squeaks.
From my peers so to speak
Don't feel I really care,
If I go to meet my maker.
And find there's no one there;
There's no point in worrying
Or pulling out the rest of my hair
When I finally get to heaven,
Up to that celestial hub.
I'll probably find they've,
All gone down the pub.
Life's uncommon pretty rare,
What if no one up there cares.
If getting into heaven is no piece of cake,
That all our life has been a big mistake.
Especially if only the rich can afford,
To buy The real estate.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-07-05 at 01:26
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