Graceland
By Christopher Munroe
I believe, I believe, we all will be received in Graceland…
Except for the clumsy.
Anyone clumsy gets turned away at the gates, cast out to
wander, shunned and utterly alone, through the desolate, awkward wastelands from
whence they came, and shall so wander until the day they die.
Hopefully that day won’t be long coming. Hopefully they’ll
eventually bump into, trip over or fall upon something they can’t handle.
And then die, alone, as they lived, alone.
We, meanwhile, will relax in a land of permanent grace.
Well, you will.
I’m clumsy as hell, I likely won’t get in…
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