Titulitis

There, at the end,
in the Final Judgment,
an soul appeared
to account for its age.
The Father asked:
Did you love, dear?
And, with a gentle cough,
the soul began to sing:

I studied a ton,
I studied a ton,
I was a judge, a physicist,
a psychologist, an inspector,
I made good money,
but I remembered God
and worked with people
from my position.

I was a drug expert,
integration advisor,
I read and read about marginalization,
I handled paperwork,
filled up the computer,
I had a big office
to make an impression
because, with poor folks,
you know, my Lord,
the importance it has
to speak from another position;
...others, others, others,...
others! had the connections
with every reality
or my qualifications
would lose credibility.

And God stood up,
looked at him with love,
then suddenly turned
and winked at everyone;
he rolled up his sleeves,
removed the crown
and, dancing with the soul,
sang to it gracefully:

I got a butt,
I got a butt,
and you can pass through it
you and your "titles."

The saddened soul,
was breaking down crying,
and God comforted it:
Come on, it’s not that big of a deal!;
yes, you’ll spend time
in our eternity,
but, just so you remember
and no one thinks otherwise,
a little group of angels
will sing to you for centuries
this new "verse"
that will clarify the message:

I got a butt,
I got a butt,
and you can pass through it
you and your "titles."