Poem a Day, Day #10

NOSTR notification, eyeball laser ablation;

My feed is broke, it’s gone up in smoke,

From the fiery pits beyond creation.

O’ Dante you tool, innumerate fool,

One circle beneath, the maw gnashes its teeth

A hell-thread is born on the birthday of Zuul.

And yet here we writhe, all my frens feel the vibe

In the spirit of Twain’s advice:

‘Heaven for the weather, hell for tribe.’

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