Divine Imperfection

I hope heaven isn’t perfect

Or else it might be hell

For its minor inconveniences

That make the world go ‘round

In heaven be there untied shoes

Weak coffee

And cold soup

In heaven be there

Public loos

That sometimes, angels over-use
In heaven may I not be

So surrounded by such lush

I hope there is some wetish grass

starchy crackers

Scratchy cloth

I hope they turn the AC up

A little bit too high

So shuffle fly we all around a shiver and a sigh

May heaven please be seedy, just some places at night

Lest we forget the thrill of thy old flickering street light

And when we yearn for earthy trials

We pray they aren’t too far

The gas be low the light be out

That holy, cloudy car

And for my sake and everyone’s

I hope our hearts do break

When lovely glances some sweet angel

Don’t reciprocate

They say that heaven's perfect

The word is cheap and no

It’s heavenly we know for sure

Perfection isn’t so