They ask me if I've ever thought 
about the end of the world, 
and I say, "Come in, come in, 
let me give you some lunch, for God's sake." 
After a few bites it's the afterlife 
they want to talk about. "Ouch," I say, 
"did you see that grape leaf skeletonizer?" 
Then they're talking about redemption 
and the chosen few sitting right by His side. 
"Doing what?" I ask. "Just sitting?" 
I am surrounded by burned up zombies. 
"Let's have some lemon chiffon pie 
I bought yesterday at the 3 Dog Bakery." 
But they want to talk about my soul. 
I'm getting drowsy and see butterflies 
everywhere. "Would you gentlemen 
like to take a nap, I know I would." 
They stand and back away from me, 
out the door, walking toward my neighbors, 
a black cloud over their heads 
and they see nothing without end.