Better Than We Were

As we write,We pour emotion.It’s hardly hard work,When everything else is frozen.Our escapism tactics,Are better than they were.Alcoholic tendencies,As our poetry began to slur.Tell it how it is,Push yourself towards happiness.Banish all bad habits,Swat them with finese.

The Devil’s Tea

            The devil’s cup of tea always seemed to go cold, no matter how hot hell itself really was. He understood, of course, that this could be his own punishment despite being one to punish others. A good hot cup of tea after a long day of torture was all he wanted.             Rising fromContinue reading “The Devil’s Tea”

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