Hell Of A Time? Poem by Lev Brekhman

Hell Of A Time?



Nothing ever comes to an end,
And evil always wins.
Who will give a helping hand?
You get just smarty whims.
The Bugaboo will come again,
You cannot even run.
Hell-bound, a thinly-whistling train,
For whom the greatest fun?

Thursday, October 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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