Heaven was a whorehouse where everyone laid sky-high
I’d been told of Heaven--it was the place to be,
by the drug-addled wanderers, that I would pass and I would meet.
They told such ravings as, “Go there, it’s great!
The only place on this Earth God didn’t forsake!”
Those words proved enough, I started my journey,
far ‘cross the wastes, to the place of high learning,
and yearning, I felt for Heaven--
the name is promise enough.
I walked for some miles on some days, sometimes
six
some-
times twelve
sometimes twenty three
--this journey was endless--it went on for days.
I often laid restless at night thinki