Tourist

While you are busy with your head of cheese,
and birthing other peoples rechewed schemes,
your earth stint, misconducted, guarantees
your destiny is not to reap your dreams.
No inkling tinkles deep, reminding you
that time grows short and there is much to learn.
You don't remember what you said you'd do.
Forget that paradise you came to earn!
Who's boinking who, those perfect shoes you bought,
and television's latest ou-la-la,
are drooler's bling less valuable than snot,
but here you swoon aflame with addict's awe.
To pass beyond this life with soul unfed,
assures an afterlife that's truly dead.