My poem about the big sleep, aka death.?

Question:when i die
will there be farts in the sky
i'd hate to be on a cloud
and not be able to fart out loud

clouds are water in a gasious form
and harp and horns are the norm
but what about cutting the cheese
a gasious release
in the key of e?
and look across to see
saint peters face
contorted in disgust
as all the angels bust a gut
from the reek of a gassy butt
farts and dumps
and whores we pump
i see a cloud called 7-11
now i hope there's a brothel
in heaven

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: when i die
will there be farts in the sky
i'd hate to be on a cloud
and not be able to fart out loud

clouds are water in a gasious form
and harp and horns are the norm
but what about cutting the cheese
a gasious release
in the key of e?
and look across to see
saint peters face
contorted in disgust
as all the angels bust a gut
from the reek of a gassy butt
farts and dumps
and whores we pump
i see a cloud called 7-11
now i hope there's a brothel
in heaven

FINALLY! Somebody having fun with their writing.

More, more more. Love it. Fart on.

you have a very interesting imagination. and as weird as that poems sounds. i like it. I want more:)).

Very deep, almost fecund, definitely feculant.