Chariot of Fire

One day soon, sooner than I would like,

 I’ll be going to my mansion in the sky,

I’ll be riding in a chariot of fire,

pulled by six black horses, red-eyed and snorting,

sometimes I like to pour water on the gasoline,

just to spread it around.

Last night I dreamed

I packed all my earthly belongings

in the trunk and headed up St Peter’s way,

when we pulled outside the gates

(I was disappointed to see heaven was just another gated community)

but Peter sees me pulling out the trunk

and says I cant bring my earthly treasures here.

I guess if you get a new robe and a mansion,

you cant complain,

but there are a handful of items

I’d really like to take, tchotchkes really,

but they mean a lot.

I asked if I could stay somewhere else and keep my stuff.

He said I could stay at the house of limbo for a while,

but I dont think I can get under the bar.