Sitting in the sun in heaven
On a cold day too hot
In front too chilly in the rear
I wonder what I'm doing here
In what appears to be
A roofless waiting room
Shivering and sweating
Being drained of matter
The few virtues I have
Stashed away won't cover
The cost of the treatments
They say I need before
Ready or not they'll have to
Whisk me off to spirit land
Some hut on a distant star
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