It's Hell

One of the writers I admire is Dorothy Parker for her incessant insistence upon humor in even the most painful self-revelations. I think I wrote this poem while reading her collected poems.

It's Hell

It's Hell you say

As you assay

With a pro's cache

The chemicals we

Have procured to allay

The night's malaise

It's Hell you attest

But without the interesting

Party guests

The assassins

The buggerers

And the incest

It's Hell I agree

This eternal thrashing

In the scree

And watching you slither

Twixt debauches

Tailored more to you

Than me

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