There were numerous footprints
           in pudding on the ground leading to
                  my room while I went to answer the telephone
                             that had been ringing.  The phone had a strange stain
on it. it could have been barbeque sauce,
                                                                          Ketchup
                                                                                         or blood.
                                                                              Then the phone turned
                                                            to ash and then the room!
                                      One wrong move
                             and the whole
                      Thing comes
       crumbling down.
We fell for ever,
     Inner-walls slimed and excreting fiery ***** chunks
              while the search for water is abandon
      Landed in a pool of black thick slimy muck,
The snakes comes slither,
              tar oil, burnt charcoal; snakes
     Pearly white eyes and long black tongue
                   There venom is the orange in the bag from liposuction
                            A light! I say, A light! down there!
                                                            sometimes the only way out is deeper through the ****** pus hole
                                          And fight the white head with nothing but your bare hands