Afterlife?

Witness hell!  You know it already.  It's how
You are living, stretched out to eternity.  Die
And discover that all of your in-laws keep
Coming, keep calling you useless, a shit.
You'll still have your job, and your half-
Witted bosses, your desk with the petrified
Gum underneath, and you'll have your
Well-being defiled by pitiful creatures who
Swear their allegiance to some spray-tanned
Nitwit, someone anybody with any
Intelligence knows is a fraud, fodder only
For mocking, but that's not what's done
In this hell into which you have tumbled.
The stupid have triumphed.  You feel your
Skin burn, and long to be totally dead.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-08-16 at 12:22

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Sameen
Fuck dude, too real. Your style is perfect for the venom you're spewing. Love it.
2022-08-17


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Gosh, Lawrence! I have a dream every now and then of being back working under a 'half-witted nitwit! Your poem brought it back to me, and frankly, disturbed me! However, I refuse to believe any theory other than the reality I will find when I get 'there'. :)
Allen
2022-08-16


D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
Phew! They say hell is other people, and here the writer brings that to the fore.
2022-08-16