Hell is no three-legged dog,

less so an empty bottle,

but a premature puppy

and gallon of fluoridated water.

 

You cannot handle heaven’s pearls

nor the truth from all you’d known.

Eternity is seen in poor grey people,

but only through the floor of a jug.

 

Hell is an elder being cute,

moreso spoken with as such,

and how terribly not so much

they could spit on or even hit you.

 

Heaven is a centennial uncelebrated

since no family or friends could show,

but moreso dying that night gladly so

because no family or friends could show.

 

Hell is not being hit or spit on

by someone so conditioned

to heaven that they fear Hell, but

not being so lucky as to have been.