Broken Road

Broken Road

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Highway 66 and half
Runs from LA to NYC.

But is a broken road
As it runs in a strange
Parallel universe.

Once you get on
You can’t get off
As it is a straight shot
To hell and beyond.

There is a highway to hell
But only a stairway to heaven
Tells you about the expected traffic
To the final destination.

It goes through limbo
Purgatory and nearby
Trump Towers.

As you drive by
You see them
Creatures from your
worst nightmares.

The deranged, demented, devils, demons,
Ghosts, goblins, monsters, orcs and zombies
Chasing your car like an escaped banshee
Straight from the pits of hell.

You stop off for a beer
But if you drink Hell’s beer
You are condemned to hell
As in heaven, there is no beer.
But lots of coffee in heaven.

That is why once you start down
The highway to hell
There is no turning back.

Until hell gains another soul
For the Grim Reaper’s collection.


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