I wrote this poem when I was very depressed. It is about suicide and how in "Dante’s Inferno" the seven level midcircle was where all the people that killed themselves went and were turned into Thorn Bushes. They were eaten by harpies and later restored back to a Thorn Bush only to be fed upon again and again…

Short essay I had done for my English class. Hopefully you enjoy it as much as my teacher had.

When Friday happens to be the Thirteenth and a Moonless night, witches feel hot under their Broom Sticks and lay honeytraps for vulnerable males who manage to escape.

Looks at the problem of politics in America. Written in the same form that Dante wrote the Divine Comedy.