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Jun 2021
The fevered comedians of Armageddon
with burning heads
and ragged in Damnation tuxedos
and twisted serpentine ball gowns
are all roasting at Hell's Comedic Club
drinking bubbling hot blood Perignon
as they nibble on steaming hot ****
its 'open mic' evening
and devilish jokes are bellowing from their *****
off course
they always speak through their *******
they are rolling around and crying hysterically
there is no peace for the troubled
'Comrades, comrades,' farts out one of them
with reddened face and sizzling bacon smell emitting all around
Comrades, do you know what the biggest joke is?'
I'll tell you
' Do you all realize we still actually on Earth
and look at how we are still suffering for our Art'
Even louder groaning and wailing swept round the room
' Is that why they call us Red devils!' piped a lone sad voice
'
Yenson
Written by
Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
72
   Bogdan Dragos
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