Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCVI
You've found yourself standing at the gates of Hell, and you're given a typewriter and one page waiting in it. You have one short poem to either keep you out, or shove you in.
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So, I’m In, Right?
I ate and played and danced and laughed.
I loved potatoes.
I loved a woman.
I loved too many women.
I had kids.
I had fun.
I ran and worked and fought and yelled.
I was selfish.
I was needy.
I was very needy.
I had meaning.
I had a life.
I. Me. It was all about me.
But I went to church. So...