Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
The Hell Daddy Raised
The things I’ve done
I’ve done for fun
for life, for love, for kicks.
So to the prudes
who found me rude
and those I’ve given fits.
I’ll say again
to paraphrase Twain,
“God made only one of me,
But if heaven is banned
to this kind of man,
then hell should have good company.”
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