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Stepping through a crack in the world,

I fell down, down, down.

You begged me to do it, so I fell—

I went to hell.

I met Shel Silverstein’s Billy down there;

Fell in love with a goat who had silvery hair;

Roasting marshmellows in the pit, getting tan,

I toured the nailed skin that was no longer a man.

And they moaned down there,

They whined down there,

They screamed and bled

But did not die down there.

I sat on a black beach, hot and sandy,

Next to the devil, who fed me candy,

Taking liberties with her crooked tail.

(No, no: you don’t get to watch in hell.)