A Cold Day In Hell

============================ I sit at my bench again, this whole scene is getting old. Same old sinners skulking in, same defense a trillion-fold. Now the room fills up with steam. Next, flames shoot up through the grate. I'm so bored I want to scream! Here's the part I really hate... Blah, blah, blah, "I beg you, sir," "Tell Him there's been a mistake..." Ugh! Stop drooling on my fur! YOU'LL be burning at the stake. I've been doing this so long, I forgot when it began. Sentencing the endless throng of the very worst of man. NEXT...! Let's go - don't hold the line, I've got legions more to see. Quicksand. Sharks. Irate canine... Punishment is up to me. Used to be I really dug civic aspects of this job, now I just want to unplug from this whole unholy mob. What if men just acted right? What if more went UP, than down? Maybe I'd take off a night... or perhaps go out of town... Wait - did I just have that thought? Oh my badness, I'm not well... Feel my head - am I still hot?! ...Guess there ARE cold days in hell! ============================