Fat - Cat Heaven

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God awaits us all

in fat-cat Heaven.

I heard that somewhere.

Wouldn’t much care

to be a mouse

in His house then.

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If the fat-cats

are running the show

then there’s nowhere to go-

it’s all gone to the dogs .

St. Peter’s a company man.

You’ll know him by his tan-

Three stripes on his halo

to say ‘Angel – first class’-

Kiss my ass!

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Things have progressed-

we can now park our cars

among the stars

and drive to our Final Rest.

That old clichee

‘You can’t take it with you ‘,

 no longer applies !

A fat-cat who dies

– can park-and- ride !

 Its supervised!

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The Hymnal that you and I sang from

has now been replaced -

It needed re-writing

In fat-cat Valhalla

the songs

won’t discuss right and wrong-

They’ll be ‘cool’ –

and exciting!

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‘Big –Cat’

has wisely decreed

that the things that we need

Should be decided for us.

 Fatcat Heaven

can only be strong

 if we all sing along

In a corporate chorus.

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The concept of Heaven installed

by the  cats who have ‘vision’.

Will see God take a back-seat to cats

who can make a decision.

And cats who aren’t fat

Or display a reluctance to sell

Can be decently neutered

And promptly rerouted to Hell!

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The fat-cats are running things now-

So if you show your face -

Check your pride at the door

And remember that life is a race.

And if you ever manage to stand

Before those Purr-ly Gates-

that they open to he who shoves hardest-

And not he who waits!

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The corporate cats will be happy

To welcome you in.

And forgive you your life’s misdemeanors,

your vices and sins.

On the subject of ‘corporate’-

corpses have now been outlawed.

And dying’s proscribed-

It was all in that’ penalty clause’.

They dug their claws in

And you signed-

Became twisted and bitter.

But your place in The Garden’s been kept-

Come and sit by the litter!