Hell's Hotel Poem by Randy McClave

One day soon there will be a packed Trump hotel
And its location will be centrally located in downtown Hell,
And all of his supporters will be there, who did fell
And of course Vladimir Putin will be there in the honeymoon suite as well.
There will be a large projection memory room
And all throughout hell demons and the damned will watch it through zoom,
They will see and hear all the curses, pain and hurt and gloom
That they had said and done that brought them to hell's tormenting doom.
There will be the ones who enjoyed to kill with a gun or a sword
They will easily find a room with haters and murderers to their own accord,
And those who had sinned and never found salvation through the lord
Quickly and easily they'll find this hotel they can easily afford.
Over the dead bodies the guests will all be led
And there'll be no water for thirst or even a crumb of bread,
Then on the movie screen they'll see children lying dead
Then they'll remember hearing, "Putin is a genius", trump had said.
Into the hotel room before you're allowed to check in
You must first tell the desk clerk of your every sin,
And of all the evil places that you have ever enjoyed and been
And how you used and hurt and took advantage of both women and men.
One day your name by death will be called
Either to heaven you will ascend or into hell you will be hauled,
Then no longer of hate or sin will you be bothered by or appalled
Then after a time in hell, your hair will either turn orange or you'll go bald.

Randy L. McClave