Reincarnation

I cannot imagine reincarnation.
Oh, I can undertsand
The meaning, the threat, the imagination.
You led a good life, you score hight,
Then, next to your God you stand.
If when you die, you still are unpure
On earth you'll be back
More punishment to endure.
Shall you be a horse, a cow or a pig?
Perhaps, yes, a cow with your own digs.
Or some really cruddy critter
Even further down the scale
With slime dogs to futter.
No thanks,
On a highway to Heaven I
I will bank.