poem- long(er)

last night i died
or so it seemed
(of course, it's just
a dream i dreamed)
i rode to heaven
in the back
of a taxicab
to a beat up shack
the sign outside said:
" NO LOITERING"
and "DELIVERIES + DEAD PERSONEL
FOLLOW TO REAR"
so i made my way around the side
full of wonder, awe and fear
behind the ramshack building there was
a pudgy old man in a decrepit rocking chair
he had oxygen tubes strapped to his nose
and a hearing aid in each hairy ear
he asked me: "Boy? have you been good?"
have you served gods of stone and wood?
were you honest? did you lie? do you have an alibi?
did you stay up late? if you did, till what time?
have you ever been accused of commiting a crime?
i stared back in shock "God? is that you?"
but the old man cupped his hands by his ears
and said "Who?"
"hurry up young'un! answer me, quick!"
i said "i've been good" and recieved a candy stick
it was prune flavored! Worse! and it gummed up my teeth
( at this point i felt like i'd really been fleeced)
i screamed out: "Hey old man, what is this rot?"
he answered back: "heaven. it's all that we've got."
"for this i was decent? for this i behaved?
for this i toiled hard from the cradle to grave?
i'd rather have hell." i said with a choke
"So be it" decreed God to the words i had spoke
turns out hell's not much better
not better at all
it's a grimy old outhouse
but the seat is too small
and it's dark
and it's filled up with second-hand smoke
that's all i remember
before i awoke.