In Hell if you're naughty,
They send you to Ashmore.

They give you about
Ten bucks,
And a pair of ill-fitting
Overalls - grimy.

They give you some
Petty addiction
That stains your teeth
Gray or brown or
Gone.

They give you a trailer
And a broken Big-Wheel
You can let rot
In the lawn's unmown rye.

They give you a name like
Don
Or Glen
Or Edith-anne.

And you can shout and beg,
But Hell'll never, ever
Take you back.