My Hell!

*Not a religious sermon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I’m going to hell.”

 

Eternal damnation of the worst kind.

 

I’m not talking about the brimstone lake,

The big mistake,

Or the fiery pit below.

 

I’m not talking about the fire that’s cold,

The rotting soul’s sold,

Or the place where nothing can grow.

 

I’m not talking about the stench of death,

The demon’s wrath,

Or the cavernous pit.

 

I’m not even talking about the Dark Master,

The big disaster,

Or any of the other words associated with it.

 

I think I have a different view,

Consider it too.

A state of mind, miseries that never end.

 

I think Hell is a Laundromat!

Consider that.

Never ending rows of toil… baskets of clothes to mend.

 

Laundromats are miserable places-

Look around at all the unhappy faces.

They say hell is what you make it.

 

Carry your basket, your own mess.

The task will never end. Unless…

You do your laundry naked!

 

I’m sure that is where I’ll end up,

No, it wont help to have anger erupt,

It is a simple fate.

 

Eternal scrubbing, unmatched socks,

Dirty sheets and worn out smocks.

Oh, laundry.. It is you I really hate.

 

Oh, how I wish for a heavenly fate,

Golden streets and mansions, pearly gate.

I’ll resolve to go to “hell” simply knowing.

 

That is where I think I’m bound to go.

To some awful florescent lit laundromat below.

My baskets of work ever over flowing.

Author's Note

Another theory by M'Lady- Just Sayin

Reviews

[Robin]

Shudder ~ I know of another ~ DMV

[Dream Weaver]

Reckon' I'll see ya there..Great write!!!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

suddenly I am very glad for my washer and dryer~
you present with sharp~acerbic wit~ here m'lady