by Will Monigold
When you get to heaven
Are you naked?
Do they issue those robes
Or do you have to bring your own?
These things bother me.
Someone saw Jesus
In a potato chip.
Is that where he lives?
Can he be bought so cheap?
Stacked like wood
And put in a bag.
Does anyone ever see the devil
In one of those chips?
Maybe that’s where they
Do battle.
I’ve been told
There was a time
When things were better
But I wonder about the people
Who cried for want
Who died of lack.
What did they see in potato chips?
Is heaven in that blue sky
Above my head?
Wait, I see a face
In the clouds.
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