In heaven there is no laundry
–said the old priest —
no dishes to wash
no vacuuming
no gassing up the car
or washing it.

You will never have to
find your glasses or blow your nose.

There is no sex
no diddling or caressing
no poker
no beer or brats to burn.

There will be daily choir practice
to drown out the constant
droning preachers.

Now and then
you may catch a glimpse of God
scurrying about
creating universes
and destroying them.

There will be weekend excursions
to Hell
for a quick getaway.