At Heaven’s Gate

This is a poem about two men,

Who died and went to heaven,

And as they waited at the gate,

For St. Peter to judge their fate,

Standing together, in the dock,

To kill time, they began to talk.

“My odds of getting in are slim.”

Said the one called Tricky Jim.

“I’ve lied and thieved, all my life.

Hell! I even cheated on my wife!

And all the while, I enjoyed it too.

Why would they ever let me through?”

“Your odds aren’t as bad as mine.”

Said the one called Mr. Swine.

“But honestly, I just don’t care!

I already know I’m not getting in there.”

By the other’s conviction, irked, just a tad,

Jim asked, “What did you do that was so bad?”

“I’m a lawyer” said Mr. Swine with a frown

Jim said “Buddy, you win this one hands down.”

-Kartik Shastry