So What

SO WHAT

Go to hell? No probs
Been there already
Came back intact
A few hot baths
A few clockticktocks
And good as new

As the bell rings
For the next round
And round and round
And round we go
Waving, smiling
See you there

Waving back

Smiling back

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on March 1, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. You can’t sing the blues unless you’ve lived them so even hell has its uses.

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  2. And it’s all worth it! 🙂

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