I was a dog before I died
And learned to my delight
I was going to be a human
In my next incarnation.
My soul beamed with joy
When about to be reborn
As Howard Cassidy in
An idyllic Idaho town.
At first, my human life
Was fun and exciting
Until I was diagnosed with
Incurable chronic depression,
And I began taking drugs
To blot out the dark despair.
From there on I had a lousy life,
Hopeless days, sleepless nights,
Homeless, ragged and hurting,
Begging in the streets,
Died of a drug overdose.
In the afterlife I asked God
Why I had to have such
A lousy human life when
I thought I’d got an upgrade
I was told telepathically
In my life as a dog
I’d been a bad dog,
Bit too many people,
Killed too many cats.
Had to pay of my
Karmic debt with that
Lousy human life
I lost my temper,
Called God a dick,
Pissed him off.
For that sacrilege,
That unholy disrespect.
He sent me back to life
As a hissing cockroach.
Bob Boyd
