It Really Ain'T So Bad.... In Hell ..... [humor; Life In Hell; Response To Message From Ph Friend Eugene Levich; Short-Medium]] Poem by Bri Edwards

[sent from Hell]



Gino, my dear, back on old Terra Firma,
it ain't so bad; I will now, for you, confirma.
I 'made my bed' and in it I will now 'sleep'
with many of my (and your) fellow 'black sheep'.

It turns out Mussolini ain't so bad indeed.
He makes great pasta, and shares his weed.
Dick Nixon's not so bad in the next bunk, though
he admits he was once in a deep, deep funk.
But now the Watergate Scandal IS all in the past,
and he is glad Nancy has joined him here, at last.

AND we get three square meals here each day,
though often on our pizzas, maggots do play.
Yes, we get pizza often; it's fresh from the fire,
but the ice cream is always melted, and of it I DO tire.

We're filling up here fast. I guess as the world does turn,
it turns out many humans who for their sins do burn...
in the Hell fires I see here every morning, noon, and night.
AT LEAST here no one has the need for..... a nightlight.

And as for peeing 'accidents'..... here they do not exist.
The pee evaporates as soon as it..... has been pissed.
The poop, however, is a different story for me to tell;
it's my job to clean it up (without shovel or gloves) and..
THAT IS HELL.

And as for your wish that I don't die and leave you alone,
I got permission to write & I'm wearing my fingers 'to the bone'...
writing more poems for you PoemHunter Earth-things to enjoy.
If you see Brian Johnston, give him, from me, a hearty 'Ahoy! '

(November 28,2014)