Hell
Where will you go when you die?
To hell I hope I have no doubt.
The girls down there they do put out.
The boys can party all night long.
Drinking beer and pulling their shlong.
The demons there are quite contrite.
They swing their whips all through the night.
And when I want to have a gas.
I'll kick the devil in the ass.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem