fretfully sabotaging our own trajectories,
compatriots welcome
listen to me
i have been mobbed almost
theres an old simp cockroach here who thinks
he has been to hell
and all the young cockroaches
make a hero out of him
and admire him
he sits and runs his front feet
through his long white beard and tells the story
one day he says he crawled into a yawning cavern
and suddenly came on a vast abyss full of whirling smoke there was a light at the bottom
billows and billows of yellow smoke
swirled up at him and through the horrid gloom
he saw things with wings flying and dropping and dying
they veered and fluttered like damned spirits through that sulphurous mist
listen i says to him old man
youve never been to hell at all
there isn t any hell transmigration is the game
I used to be a human vers libre poet and i died and went
into a cockroach s body if there was a hell id know it
wouldn t i you re irreligious says the old simp
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