What?

Why does no one do,
But everyone looks
Upon the drunken fool
Without care, only looks.

Doth not thy feel.
Blood alcohol is real
Above the scale
No one cares to venture,

Dante

Into this realm of hell
Where Dante Alighieri
Lost his way, well
Here stand I staring!

 

 

Someone call poor Virgil
forth.
Twelve steps descend
he from the north.

Your facebook, twitter
instagrams
Are useless when
I lie here OUT, facedown.

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About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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