01 - I took a trip to heaven
There were no dictators

A few politicians
But they could not speak

They mostly nodded their heads
And there was no god or deity to speak of
I guess the creator was leaving it up to us again
Free will and all that stuff

It was bright as you may imagine

Everyone wore shorts and summer shirts
Everything was art deco
For a moment, I thought I was in South Beach

It was serene
People picked colors from the sky
Smiled a lot and walked

There were no cars and no oil
No guns and no killing
There was no crying
No sorrow or pain

Gandhi ran the show
But there were others
The hierarchy read like a Hollywood flick
There was Bono, and Susan Sarandon, and Steve McQueen
I saw Bukowski and wondered
How did his fat ass get in here?
Oh, yeah, he hung out with Bono and Sean Penn
The rest of us simply followed

And George was there

With a permanently plastered crooked smile on his face
Just as we remembered him
And nothing on his mind
Just as we knew him

Unable to enter
He stood outside the pearly gates
As he simply smiled and nodded his little head
He opened the doors and greeted newcomers
Sometimes he signed autographs

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