Laundry

In Hell...

there is a river of tears,

where you go to do your laundry.

Beating your soul against the rocks.

Alcohol is used...

to try and get it clean...

You beat and beat,

till there is nothing left,

but a few tattered threads.

I sit and wait on the bank,

for those few strands to dry.

Reviews

[Cherry Pepperweb]

Ouch! This one has some sting.
Great imagination!

[terry smith]

Thanks Cherry! :D

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hell must be just up the road because I swear I know this place all too well...if we're lucky the wind doesn't blow those remaining strands away...but hey, at least there are 'spirits'!!

[terry smith]

yes...the hell of unquenched thirst is a few miles down the road.

[....................]

yes, sir...i know it

[~]

i will presume with the extensive heat.. they will dry fast.

[terry smith]

Indeed ...but all the ash in the air instantly soils them again...and endless chore.

[~]

mmmm... sounds like Sisyphus to me

[terry smith]

Sisaplatypus :D

[~]

hehehe.. does the rock have webbie things too? lol

[terry smith]

what are these webbie things that you speak of?

[~]

uhmmmm maybe... feet? lol

[terry smith]

no but the stone does have a bill :D

[terry smith]

the weight of dept and all...

[~]

mmmmmm smart you!!! :D

[terry smith]

yes tweedle dee and tweedle dum were my bookends! :D

[~]

ahhh.. i thought you were gonna say your processors :D

[terry smith]

no my clockwork is not ORANGE!!! lololol :D

[~]

orange you funny... :P

[terry smith]

funny hunny and tomorrow will be sunny! :D