Lousy Incarnations and Got Pissed at God

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 ofF 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

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-) View all posts by BobBoyd