As we were going,
all of us,
to Hell in a handcart –
which handcart was being pushed
by the worst of the worst –
we felt that the need
to ask directions
was something
that we didn’t require.
‘Handcart for Hire!’
had read the sign,
and we signed up,
to go below,
little then did we know,
that you can only go
where and when
you are supposed to go;
and, so, on our way we went,
until our fare,
and our journey,
were timely spent.
