When bottom is reached
Not much further one can
go down
What is that sound?
The devil ordering another round
I think it is the bottom floor
Repeat repeat repeat some more!
I well miss some friends
If that is how it ends!
But no one reads us anymore
All pounding keys to put on more
Occasionally a poem comes on with merit
but doesn't stay on long enough to share it
What is the count I'm not keeping score?
Hidden in shadows hear me snore
Suddenly it has become bottom feeders
What happened to those called greeters?
And as repeats repeat I write no more