Sense Sonnet - Acher

 To Hell in a Handbasket

To me Momma often would tell

That I was living my life such,

For sure I was heading for hell.

Momma's warnings did not mean much

To me as I lived a death wish

That hell my afterlife would be,

Cuz I was just so devilish,

The devil'd surely welcome me.

I did cry so when Momma died,

Cuz knew we'd ever be apart,

She in heaven and in hell I'd

Be, knowing I broke Momma's heart.

I'll go like Marie Antoinette,

Head to hell in a handbasket.