God and Dante
must have forgotten
the slightly
inconvenient
10th level
of Hell
of being stuck
in a massage parlor
beset by
and
surrounded by 5 inches
of heavy
Biblical flood
precipitation
with only half
a bottle of whisky
and 6 bored
masseuses
But God
proclaiming to be
God
and good
and Dante
a none fictional
great writer
and thinker
I’m sure there is
a reason
for it all
and for now
I go through
this Hell
willingly
and
somewhat
satisfied
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem