I've Been to the Shoney's in Hell
In Hell on Sundays it is tradition to go to Shoney’s
To see the new arrivals
Peter is there with his key
To unlock the door with fresh eggs, pancakes, fruit and bacon
Just like food back home
You see, when you die and pass thru the funeral home
You arrive in a parallel dimension
With great food
Only you get a little sick until you get used to it
Just like foreign food
Only at Shoney’s the food is just like back home
On a newbie stomach
Only better
So they say go to Shoney’s
I woke up on a dirty beach with a few hundred bucks
And a living location
Upon arrival was my cousin who died
Looking younger
My body hadn’t de-aged a bit, still 55
I was matter
My cuz said some people are born here in Hell, it was another dimension
He was trying to find his way home on
The Holographic Highway
To live over again
He wanted to go to Heaven after reliving a better life and
Meet his lifelong girlfriend, he had heard from her
From The Messenger
In an answer to a prayer
He said you can eat out on Sunday or
Find a corrected bible of any translation.
If the foods good here
What’s the point?
He turned on an old radio player and let me listen to the music
He said in this place
Some people have it very well
And others fight to survive
I am here to survive and there’s no paycheck
Just a
Hades Card
This is not the Elysian Fields
There is little for me to be passionate about
Except sex
With new kinds of women.
I needed a woman but at 55 my junk is no longer impressive
We went to a neat old bookstore
It wasn’t the library of Alexander the Great
But it was a treasure trove
I picked up my first bible and turned it to a book called John
It said chapter one, Jesus was the Son of God
My cuz said what it doesn’t say is that Jesus = God
Or that he was around
Before the creation of the Universe
The term Word reminded me of the stories I used to bring to life
Hmmmm…
I also picked up a map and
Pinned some landmarks
Tomorrow, tomorrow and the next day
Then Shoney’s again
Next Sunday.
To see the new arrivals
Peter is there with his key
To unlock the door with fresh eggs, pancakes, fruit and bacon
Just like food back home
You see, when you die and pass thru the funeral home
You arrive in a parallel dimension
With great food
Only you get a little sick until you get used to it
Just like foreign food
Only at Shoney’s the food is just like back home
On a newbie stomach
Only better
So they say go to Shoney’s
I woke up on a dirty beach with a few hundred bucks
And a living location
Upon arrival was my cousin who died
Looking younger
My body hadn’t de-aged a bit, still 55
I was matter
My cuz said some people are born here in Hell, it was another dimension
He was trying to find his way home on
The Holographic Highway
To live over again
He wanted to go to Heaven after reliving a better life and
Meet his lifelong girlfriend, he had heard from her
From The Messenger
In an answer to a prayer
He said you can eat out on Sunday or
Find a corrected bible of any translation.
If the foods good here
What’s the point?
He turned on an old radio player and let me listen to the music
He said in this place
Some people have it very well
And others fight to survive
I am here to survive and there’s no paycheck
Just a
Hades Card
This is not the Elysian Fields
There is little for me to be passionate about
Except sex
With new kinds of women.
I needed a woman but at 55 my junk is no longer impressive
We went to a neat old bookstore
It wasn’t the library of Alexander the Great
But it was a treasure trove
I picked up my first bible and turned it to a book called John
It said chapter one, Jesus was the Son of God
My cuz said what it doesn’t say is that Jesus = God
Or that he was around
Before the creation of the Universe
The term Word reminded me of the stories I used to bring to life
Hmmmm…
I also picked up a map and
Pinned some landmarks
Tomorrow, tomorrow and the next day
Then Shoney’s again
Next Sunday.