Evicted From Hell.

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Can someone bring some sense to this out of control crazy world.

Evicted From Hell.

 

The bells were ringing loudly from the damp darkened dungeon.

The residents were becoming unsettled and a little begrudging.

Were instructed to squeeze right up a make some more space.

For the newest of residents, the old man with the famous face.

 

The newest resident squeezed his sad gaunt frame into the space.

With arrogance and self-importance, he thought he was out of place.

They asked the man what qualified him to have been redirected there.

He took a draw on his fat cigar, and he flicked his long blonde hair.

 

Well fellas it appears a huge miss carriage of justice has been done.

I cannot believe this has happened, I have never done anything wrong.

I am a lovely human being and a very famous television personality.

I also spend a lot of my time raising money for many worthy charities.

 

There was no questions, accusations or prosecutions when I was alive.

I was being a nice caring guy, and I believe what I was doing was right.

My colleagues and friends the BBC knew everything I had been doing.

Though I never once heard any of them or my bosses ever complaining.

 

I was trusted implicitly regular access at all the children's hospitals.

I also attended, worked and stayed at a lot of special needs schools.

I had unlimited access to all the children at any time day and night.

For all the families nurses and doctors, I was a welcome familiar sight.

 

There were never any allegations about my care for the children.

I had carte blanche, I was free to keep on abusing all of them.

Their parents and family always greeted me with a friendly smile.

Which just goes to prove the allegations were all fabricated lies.

 

Then from the dark corner old man Jack started to really let rip.

There is a code in here we all live by, and your kind do not fit.

You and all the many other faces who refused to speak the truth.

Even a place like hell is not punishment enough for all of you.

 

You must surrender your heart and soul to reside with us in hell.

It’s obvious you have neither as your sickening crimes clearly tell.

Pack up and take your large ego, lies, fat cigar and gold jewellery.

Then Fuck off to the floor below to reside in eternal purgatory.

 

Tobani June 2025.

  • Author: Tobani / Nataiella (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 17th, 2025 02:27
  • Comment from author about the poem: This does not relate to me, but it does relate to a real case and person.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • nephilim56

    I know people like that, good write, enjoyed



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