I've my peeves
and things I just don't like
like your puppies poop
on my shoe, morning, noon, or night
So when you've had all your days
and think you're heaven bound
remember all the crap you left
as justice comes, around
Moving toward that day, just ahead
I can only pray and hope
when you're in the hell hotel
you've only fresh doggie poop
for soap
(Slippery, and gooey, on a silken, golden rope)