There is no work
To shirk
In this eternal summertime
That I find myself in
My grass stays green and clipped
The trash takes itself out
The only thing I need to attend
Is my margarita, which begs to be sipped
All my loved ones
Are close at hand
There is no death or unhappiness
It's rosy times across the land
Is it Valhalla?
Or maybe Heaven?
I can't really explain this state
That I find myself in
Although if I look hard enough
And not directly at
I sense, rather than see
The truth, lurking like the Cheshire Cat
First the teeth
Rend the sky from my perfect world
Then the eyes
Penetrate all things
Burning all, blackened and curled
Finally all is revealed
Pain and sadness
The only meaningful yield
I search, but find no gladness
In this place
That's not a place
In this time
Where it has no meaning
I suppose I've come full circle
And this must be Hell
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