tiyler durden

Work Is A Place Called Hell - Poem by tiyler durden

Hell is a place I have to go
Hell is a place that I truly know
I have to go to hell
I have to hear that ringing bell
I must scrape through the day
Just need to make some bread every day
Hell is a place that makes me pay
Hell is a place I hate
Hell is a meal that leaves a bitter taste
Hell is a place I wake up and go to
Is Hell a place you call work, too?

Comments about Work Is A Place Called Hell by tiyler durden

  • (1/24/2006 2:09:00 PM)

    No, hell is not having any work and no money. But there is work and work! (Report) Reply

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  • (1/24/2006 9:23:00 AM)

    get out, man
    before it's too late
    I spent 36 years there
    see what I mean!
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  • (1/24/2006 8:49:00 AM)

    Sorry to laugh at your pain Tiyler.........but this sounds like something my husband wrote! :) Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

  • (1/24/2006 8:41:00 AM)

    not a pretty picture
    the place no fun at all
    the job must be done
    of course
    escape always possible
    you know what I mean
    get into a spot
    where happiness is possible
    a fine poem
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 24, 2006

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