Sneaking Into Heaven Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

While ST. Peter fell nodding off
My prospects of detection was non existent
As I slunk through the hallow gates of heaven
Trying to blend in with all my unworthiness
Among the sanctified souls of paradise
Gleaming with the highest order of perfection
What prevalent calmness contagious to the mood
Saintly spirits exuding ingrained goodness
Until an incriminated number of angels
Started to point their angry fingers at me
And my unwanted presence among them
As one who had associated with the ungodly SATAN
Despite my plea that he wasn't the best of friends
Just an acquaintance.