Do you think

we’ll poop in paradise?

And will it smell?

Or does it only stink

in hell?

And what about pee?

Will there be enough of

what used to be me

to frequently,

“Have to go right now!!”

Even while at play

in the fields of the Lord

with a lamb and a lion

and a cow and a sow?

Romping together

knee deep in the ….sea?

(or grass!!!

It’ll be up to you, you see?

You can create your own –

heavenly-eternity!)

I’m not asking a lot,

Just a periodic port-a-pot

leaning beside a pearly gate.

Maybe –

with a cushioned seat

and a roll of silk

to wash that stain

whiter than snow.

I mean,

well,

IT IS HEAVEN,

don’t you know?