Dear Mr. God,
if you ever drop by to end the world on judgement day,
to cease the beating of my heart, the breath of all the billions of others,
and to destroy all will to life, and life itself, the trees and birds,
all the nice girls, and all the ones that are OK too,
the people who manufacture the Ferrari Formula 1 model,
and the Ferrari Formula 1 model,
all that I have done and could have been doing instead of burning up in flames or something,
I have one simple request if you don’t mind;
Please save my mattress from your uncontrolled self-righteousness,
because I simply love this fucking piece of bedroom equipment. It’s absolutely brilliant.
Please forward it to my scheduled destination in eternity. All right?