On That Note
Some of us boys bought it together
Woke up dead with all the flames
burning what was continually renewed
We first tried to break out of Hell
the simple way, using the red-hot picks they gave us
but that took us nowhere but down and in
The Needle suggested a prison revolt
old-school & in-your-face style
but after seeing how he fared
we all put heads down and looked busy
Doc had read this book, claimed
that going down was the only way
described what we'd go through
as we went along and along
made those hot picks seem pretty tame
Some said go, some stay, some wondered
was it too late to beg forgiveness
while they were wrangling I snuck off
with Doc cos he figured he knew the way
boiling lakes of blood and things
that make back-room boys seem like amateurs
I wish I could forget more of it
we reached the chained giant, climbed
till he licked Doc off his shoulder and swallowed
I worked my way around back and kept going
End of poem
Monday, November 17, 2014
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