Admission Denied

Last night I dreamed, I was asleep about my life and then my death. About those promises to keep I woke with shortness of my breath. It seems St. Peter asked of me how I had lived with fellow man, I said the fellow was a SHE that of gay souls I was no fan. A smartass, Peter now exclaimed I have a mind to send you down to where dishonest folks are shamed just one more word, you silly clown. I was outraged that he would speak in such a disrespectful way, so I remarked, 'you'v got a cheek, and I suggest you kneel and pray.' I further added 'it is hard for me to stand here and to take abuse from you, a simple guard so get a grip, for Heaven's sake! ' When all was said and all was done I took the bus to Satan's lair. An oxymoron is a pun, I like the devil's dinner prayer.