This ain't Heaven,
'cause the solitude and peacefulness I seek
has been ruined by a truly frightful reek
from the sewage truck which crashed into the creek.
What is Heaven?
Could it be eternal respite from the shriek
of another victim mugged by one more freak
with a gun and lots of psycopathic pique.
This is Heaven?
We've been quarantined since Tuesday of last week,
when our big atomic plant began to leak.
That's what I call a protracted losing streak.
Is there Heaven?
Where mahogany trees grow, and so does teak?
Where environmental sanity's still chic?
Such a place, for me, would have a sure mystique.
So long, Heaven.
Careless humans simply don't deserve a peek.
After what we've done down here? That's really weak.
And I'm pretty sure I know whereof I speak.