What George Harrison Saw
When He First Got To Heaven

I met John wandering around in heaven,
all the dead children in the decaying halls
made him sad and angry, the barbed wire fences

seemed to stretch forever
like that Microsoft background on your desktop.
Cows were guarding the fences,

cows with rifles in tall towers.
John had been looking for the warden
since day one,

but the warden wouldn’t see him.
John wrote protest songs,
they took away his guitar,

John wrote protest songs,
they took away his piano.
I met John wandering around in heaven.

Caution: I'm not a real poet I just pretend
to be one on the Internets!