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
