to hellA Poem by Rob FunkGod I hate these bills, I may as well eat these pills, They tell me that it kills, I may as well grab this rope, For no longer can I hope, Perhaps this ether they use for starting, Will help me in departing, This barrel tastes like oil, Surely that's unpleasant, Loyal to the end, My soul, To hell they shall send. © 2013 Rob Funk |
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1 Review Added on July 14, 2013 Last Updated on July 14, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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