To cut and
paste in this tiny
place calls for fingers sharp and
long. I'd say that is
Perfect for this Hell;
I'd say they
Belong.
And now, so too
do little you, so don't
fret; what we have you will get and having had you'll
Get & get & get…
No matter the number,
high or much
humbler, I ain't seen
an end coming yet….
You swore to one
God. Well, He is
Here, complete with rod!
(at times it's a prod)
And as far as I know
The old rules still
Hold. So, as long as
There's God,
He's all you need to while away
Eternity, a-twitch to
Please His Lordly
Likes and His
Somewhat more
Diabolically deviant variations
On "play."
So,
While you sleep, stare or read I churn out fresh text for you to see a mad mind in mid-dream 'tween two hexes, midst
damned duplexes stuffed
mit dimensional
multiplexes.… Should you
ever feel you're beginning
to get it, lose that thought
or you'll regret it!
Okay:
What we
Appear to have here
Is a set for a Hell.
It is still in need of some
Hellish sounds,
The foulest of smells;
Only the beastliest best!!
We are here building a
Truly heavenly Hell…
Don't worry the cost;
Most we order from
Heaven and they write it
off as a loss.
It is, after all,
Mystification
And we have all the
Room that we'll need,
Meaning for every
Vocation, and any of those in any
location. See, I call, "Run
the numbers!" A few
second's of
thunder and "Poof"
We drown in accountants! After
all it's Hell's doing
Earth is pestered by
numbers. All those
digit crunchers would
be jobless without us and so, given it's
Hell, still, number
crunchers do reasonably well, but
that's a perk all in
fun. What the fuck! I hate math myself (I can't count
and you'd better not
tell--as I said this IS
Hell…) Well we'll chat
sometime later; I got me a hobby. I really hate fake French headwaiters
so I skin 'em alive
when I find 'em, then put 'em on the
Moon to dig those big
craters! Dumb science blames
asteroids! Ha, ha, ha! Asteroids, my
ass!! Be better to blame fucking bad
adenoids, worse French and, of course the dumb rule
that calls for craters. Hey! It's Hell,
The Spiritual Home of Bureaucracy but
I'd be willing to bet
that even in Heaven
nobody really likes those
pointy-headed dicks so even
there a bureaucrat is kept in a cell. Upside they do reasonably
well. For now. I put a billion accountants to combing files for a
legend. Some say there's somewhere a loophole, others sneer, "fools gold".
All be cool, I got time (so do you, by
the way. Can you believe it? Some don't conceive it!! Makes my head spin! You're already in Hell. What did you think? You already died. Not many die twice. I could rear-end you. Put a thousand frogs and you in a blender. It'd feel like a supernova up your butt but it ain't gonna kill you. So what to worry?) We ain't gonna kill ya. You ain't gettin out. You're here forever: a fucking long time!! Do the math. "Crunch the numbers." You're here for all time! Anyway I eye it, you fucks are all mine! So suck it up for the long run! Hey! (Who's got the time? Ha, ha, got you!)
Eat me! What you expect? This is Hell 'n' Hell ain't
S'posed to be funny! Yeah, we got weather but it just ain't getting sunny. One thing about Hell: it stings like fuck and believe me, if it didn't, you'd go bugfuck from boredom. Don't know if you had your afternoon filled but now you're with ME. What I say, I mean & I most always do, unless I don't (stay on your toes!). Hey! What say we blow off some steam and kill us some time? This time we'll go crazy, work up to wild and then off on a spree of truly hienous and fine, deadly, diabolical crime!!!
It's meant to be funny!! Black humour of course. Should be as obvious as a whale's dick
on a donkey. And you'll never guess: got a million on order, a quarter are here. We're gonna get the rest of the donkeys and about 9 zillion beers and on the way back, we try out the whale-equipped donkeys and terrorize queers!!
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What? Is it "safe?" I don't see any real danger; you don't do much. Don't fuck. Don't sleep. Don't eat. Don't walk. Smoke cigarettes, drink cheap beer. Nobody calls. Nobody plays. Imagination's dead (all that is 'cept mine.) So, listen up kids, here's how it works--you care for you and me care for me--everybody is cared for--we are all free! There is still the fact that we are all in Hell--but it IS what we ordered so...what the…Hell? (Hehehehee! You fit like an onion does its skin. Now, where to begin?)
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