A Pith Zany

Nook EveningAnd what he did last just
before his personal power
rose and surged
then tweeted out
was check his e-mail.

“Heaven will be full of spam,”
he decried, “because
everyone wants to be there,
while hell will be whiteout,
an empty inbox.”

“Or the other way around,”
I replied.
“Oh, that’s pithy,” he said.
“And there’s nothing I dislike
more than an epiphany poem.”

6 thoughts on “A Pith Zany

  1. My pithy heaven is another’s pithy hell. And they call me ‘pithy” for declaring I don’t give a damn. I wait for the dawn when the pithy wake up to an epiphany and realize heaven and hell both cackle at the white noise blinding our pithy existence. Loved It 🙂

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