The people who live
on that island
located far away from the planet Earth I know
by driving daily on its highways,
in the country of Paradise,
should be exempted
from the wrath of the people’s justice:
for each crime a punishment.
The strong arm of the law shouldn’t be allowed
to touch them,
the divine justice shouldn’t apply in their case,
and they should take full advantage
of their special status
by building a life of crime
and immorality
and adultery
and swindling
and out in the open villainies.
Apparently these people
have been relocated right behind the gates
of heaven,
so there’s no Judgment Day coming for them,
they can do whatever they please
with no paradisiac or divine consequences
or even degraded level
of their afterlives.
Having people living on that island
also proves the point
that heaven is a touristic destination
with more than two millions of yearly visitors,
most of them coming from the evildoing mainland,
who are granted,
for an affordable cost,
a brief vacation in Paradise.
But they barely get used to the alleys of Heaven,
that they have to pack their bags
get crammed in the airplanes,
heading back
to their ordinary,
miserable lives.
Many of them want to take with them
a heavenly token, a small gift,
to prove to their neighbors,
and their co-workers,
and their school buddies,
that they have been in heaven,
bragging nonsensically
about splendors that cannot be
and deeds that cannot happen
when they’re going to show
resting in their very palms,
a glittery shell picked up on a beach,
out of the many heaven outposts
of the Island of Paradise.
