Even in Hell, Sometimes, Things Go Well

From here, in the bowels of this terrorist entity,
Here in a cesspool so toxic that no one but
Morons and racists find means to survive,
A woman, unseen, far away on a telephone,
Sees what I need, and quickly provides it,
And I gasp for air, and rejoice.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-02-05 at 01:06

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