Have To End Up In Hell

Have to End Up in Hell Paradise seems perfectly plain and clear For me, will never be no where near With rising gas prices and terrible taxes Bound to bother and surely not relax us. From the looks of each new politician Starving voters putting them on nutrition Program while we are being taken in And they feed fine faces again and again. Should I really start a poetry society Have to take test to determine sobriety And, we all know blooming consequence Of course, we end up on right side of fence. While on dried up vine we start to whither Sleek politician away does slither and slither Becoming a case cruel people call mental Ends up in palace that is a presidential. So what if it is the White House instead While we love living here in our shed Some loser who time could tell not Nine peaceful people in church he shot. What in world are we coming to these days? They were in God's house giving Him praise Could God a soul like losers really compel? To disappear from us and end up in hell. James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet