When I am.....
Picturing you laying next to me,
I start to cry cuz I know your not there.
When I am.....
Talking to you on the phone,
I just want you by my side holding me.
When I am.....
Coming to see you,
I cant move fast enough.
When I am.....
Thinking of you,
I cry because of your so wonderful to me.
When I am.....
Feeling your body so close to mine,
I have to slow my breathing down.
When I am.....
With you for eternity,
I can finally rest my soul.
In the style of Dante's Inferno.
There is a lovely place,
where the insensitive see the annoying suffer
And go to see a "friendly" face.
I, Amanda, am being guided
by a decietful innkeeper, Dani
Who will be torturing the smited.
I will be assigned,
To help the torturing
To those who are confined.
As we stated our decent
Into my internship
I was lucky I hadn't repent.
We entered the land of the naive,
Where overly stupid run wild
I was glad they never concieved.
Their holding pen was a great, white, circular room
Their punishment was the severe pain of walking barefoot on broken glass.
And looking for a corner by the light of the moon.
For the ones whose stupidity far passes
Continually jumping off a bridge for them
Their soul never surpasses.
We continue to level two
Taking the elevator down
It started to smell like poo.
To my surprise I saw those snobs
Hanging with a hook through their stuck up noses
Their torturer look like a slob!
When they fell on the pit of coins,
Good old Micheal Jackson tormented them
By singing, dancing and grabbing his loins.
While he danced he beat them witha bat
with huge metal spiked.
His accomplice was a rat.
Laughing gleefully we continued on
To the level that contained the liars
Who never again will see the "Don".
Standing in the desert's hot sands
We see that their mouths were sewn shut and birds were flying over
I asked my guid, "What be this land?"
Talking though laughs dani said,
"This be the land of liars
Their mouths sewn shut becaus of where their lies led
The birds ripping their lips apart
for them to sew back on
and on what might come next, dont make me start!"
I saw the boils growing
For their lies they are ever thinking
And they continued on sewing.
And we continued down to meet my boss
He looked just like Brad Pitt, In fact he was!
Stunned by his beauty, I was at a loss.
He and Mighty Perry
Were surrounded by gangsters
Who were quite scary!
Here I found the wangsters from Montana
In a place that resembled
the back streets of Havana.
Then the leaders
explained their torment
Since they where the beaters.
"Everyday they go through initiation
with repeated beatings and unsterile tattoos,
with hope they will find much complication.
Wearing their pink tutus and leotards
They get shot and stabbed
The whole time looking like retards.
Every night they must lay
With a STD infested drag queen
We all call him Fay."
So with that they ended with a laugh
and withthis journey
I was able to find my craft.
I, to be assigned to that land of stupidity
I part my way, a long journey
To get away from this humidity.
My guide stays behind, her being a leader
The last image I see her kicking a wangster
I think it might have been my brother, Deiter.
THE END!!!!!!!!
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