now that I am dead
please keep me dead,
'cause I am not interested
in karma,
but only wish to escape the circle
of suffering, misery and pain.
Keep me as far away from life as possible,
for your divine comedy has tired me,
filled me with anger and despair and all I wish
is to escape the realm of spiritual cannibalism.
Do not give me a boring Heaven
or a tedious Hell,
but rather give me my own olive tree,
under which to lay and rest and
my own unending sea, filled with mermaids,
in which to bathe.
An eternal supply of good white wine,
a timeless supply of premium tobacco,
and beautiful women to keep me company.
Now and then please send Socrates, Aristotle and Plato,
for discussing serious matters,
Capablanca for a game of chess,
and Achilles for a fistfight.
And God please keep preachers away,
because I do not like them at all,
and if I see any of them running around,
there is going to be serious trouble and the
harmony of the Heavens will be no more.
And before I forget, an interminable supply of ouzo.
Fivos R Drymiotis 9/29/2005