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not too bad

quite soon before
the daylight fell
I died and went to hell.

things are not too bad down here—
except for one odd thing,
it would appear:

after morning’s breakfast bell
is tolled outside my hot
and dreary single cell,

the meal they bring,
I’m quite sad to say,
is cooked too damned well!

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