I Went to Hell

I Went to Hell: Written originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen on 22^nd January 2013, Tuesday from 4:39 p.m. to 4:55 p.m., in my hostel room (Room 319, Block H06, Desasiswa Bakti Permai, Universiti Sains Malaysia, Penang, Malaysia) laying on the bed typing this new poem with my Nokia mobile.

I went to Hell,

Curse the bell;

Heart of cell,

Hair full of gel,

Such a bad smell,

My soul to sell;

My love to melt,

My body to rebel,

My childhood to dwell,

My innocence knows too well;

This is where I fell,

This is where I yelled, “Help!”

This is where my lung swelled,

This is where I seek Abigail;

This is where we fell ill,

This is where the counting bill,

Amount of hill,

Rush of the treadmill;

I’m not Jill,

I’m not Mill,

I don’t work late,

I don’t kill;

I carry my own pail,

I walk on my own rail,

I only know on how to sail,

I solely live on His will;

Till whenever till,

Until my heart is filled,

With cereal and milk,

With heaps of silk;

Covering with kilt,

.

.

.

At a time,

At a place,

Once with him;

I see grace,

I put on my lace,

He touches my face,

He only has two legs;

Surviving on my baked cakes,

Not questioning my fakes,

Of all of the hundred maids,

He knows my states;

He brushes off my hates,

He opens new magical gates,

He tells to me new tales,

For all that it takes;

With just slight touches,

And his warm tender kisses,

How strong just to take my dream away,

And drift me away;

To a better rear,

A pathway clear.