Friday, January 9, 2009

A poem in honor of Richard Lewis and Curb your Enthusiasm

The _____ from Hell

The what from hell
The who from hell
The how and why and when
The date from hell
The day from hell
The flight from there and then
The night from hell
The sleep from hell
And all these other things
The life from hell
The death from hell
The reaper fucking brings
It's all coming back to the blanks I made
The deals I dealt
I can't be sure but I know I've felt
I made it myself
The blank from hell

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