Hell Poem by Josehf Murchison

Hell

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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

Hell
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Hell is an Octastich poem with Octosyllabic meter and couplet rhyme. Written in 58 words and centered for aesthetic symmetry. Image by Josehf Lloyd Murchison.
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