If By Chance

I do not believe in a life hereafter but if by chance there happens to be
I will not be going to heaven the road to hell is for me
God will say me you did insult on Earth me you did deny
Down the road satan will admit you good luck to you and goodbye.

I might make a deal with satan I might be happy in hell
If he supplies me with pen and paper and allow me to pen doggerel
In slipshod rhyme I will laud him and maybe to me he will say
You are not such a bad fellow to me you don't have to pray.

Satan does not mind poetasters, badly flawed people he like
And who knows we may even get on well and a deal with him I might strike
If he supplies me with enough pens and paper I'll pen him a doggerel a day
Even with one who is as flawed as old satan a bit of flattery might pay.

If by chance there is a life hereafter hell will be my permanent address
As punishment for my denial of god's existence and my general lack of success
But if satan supplies me with pen and paper I will laud him in slipshod rhyme
And who knows he might even like me and in hell I might have a good time.