Take the letters
as topping in pasta
Then relish the words
aromatizing,
basil air,
reminiscing.
Dash some pepperoni
like commas fill
through hesitant gaze
but not as overwhelming
as EE Cummings’.
Lick the poetic sauce,
twist the erudite fork
like how your head searches
for luscious meaning
and its sense
finally hits the palate
you say Ahhhh!
and ******
your stomach.

I heard it from a good source that there ARE toilets in heaven
they are  called thrones and you must be pure to sit on one
When you do your BM it quickly turns gold, like the sun
aromatizing the sky with scent of roses at the count of seven

I heard it from a good source that there are chutes in heaven
aluminum coated tubes that deliver your innards to earth in a jiffy
you'll feel so Holy you'll want to hurry up and take a sniffy
before it all goes away, hug it,  and then count to seven

I heard it from a good source, the Angel in charge of pollution
that when Satan imposters arrive they are poked with a pin  
then as the dung falls out, it gets  neutralized with oil infusion
and sent back to that greasy devil who so loves sin  

So, if you spot a villain from hell better count until eleven
then flush twice and it will be eliminated from heaven
I heard it from a good source that Angels are savvy and smart
you can't get away with ** , for they got it down to an art.