My Vacation To Hell
I blazed a trail
On a trip to Hell
Fire and brimstone
Down a wishing well
I spent some time
On Satan's dime
A hot cocktail
With salt and lime
Then went ten rounds
With three Hellhounds
Using boxing gloves
Knocked them out of bounds
I met tortured souls
In deep dark holes
All wearing chains
And juggling coals
Then became aware
Every Demon there
Had a taste for flesh
Without the hair
After days on end
With my new found friend
With little doubt
Had no soul to mend
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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