Last Night In Hell Poem by James McLain

I expect that the idea of satan today
had about as much impact as Jesus did last Sunday.
Emphasis on the capitalization of Jesus.
Virtually the same window you used leads to satan.
Around the park it's a trick of the great motivator
to get more of what you came for.
And less of what you need my former friend.
No one knows the worst except your spouse
you only fear what you discover that your not.
Your very sexuality,
your business only jesus wrote a thesis about.
That night underneath the golden state bridge
and you that short ugly girl that dominated suicide.
The one you could not understand nor follow.
I have a directory and your uncle's bob job.
Sceptical about it that you while asleep enjoyed
putting him away for less than life and as you.
And he died knowing what he knew in your heart.
Knowing how much you failed to believe.
You rode the bus to by a vibrator from the one
and only satan emphasis on top with emo.
Your body climbed the largest one of them
it was Jesus that built the best with satan.
Good bye hello I left you all must go to live with.
If you died tomorrow who would notice.