Someday
I’ll take you to Disneyland
We’ll go on Mr. Toad’s wild ride
And follow him straight to hell
But that’s not necessary just now
For now hell’s all around us
No rubber devils
No smell of sulphur
But hell nonetheless
Hell more grotesque than any medieval woodcut
Instead of dramatic demons a lifeless, shuffling horde.
Without souls, without imagination, without worth and beyond redemption
Herr Rice and Douglas P