There will be thunder and the clouds will part.
Light will shine through as an escalator extends downward.
Bodacious angles will be riding downward.
They will lock their arms with mine
In misty voices they will say:
“it’s your time hoser!”
“now its time to go”
“you’ve been here way too long”
“you’re done don’t you know?”
Then i’ll turn with a confused shit eatin grin
My hand will wave a princess dianna wave
Slowly up I will go.
As my final earthly act
I’ll try my hardest to leave you all
with something to remember me by
I’ll fart.