Geddon your Arm workout

Charon’s Ferry

(bait and tackle)

set up shop near River Styx,

at its nexus,

south of Texas,

selling river-crossing trips…

the only charge,

to ride that barge,

a coin between your lips,

assuming death,

has stopped your breath,

when booking you on ship….

& once aboard–

–with demon horde

you’ll find there’s much to do,

since power boats,

don’t cross the moat,

between Abyss and you,

> at very least <

that Charon beast,

expects you work the crew…

so bring a paddle,

like rest of chattel,

‘fore jumpin’ on canoe,

Then feel free,

(the last you’ll be)

to look around the lake…

some residents

¡ were presidents !

but there’s no Watergate–

–no Hoover dam

but Dick’s herb, and,

that’s mood Depressing shake.

(Herb shovels sh*t

around the Pit

with pointless, taxing rakes)

There’s Bordens, too,

and Gorgons, who–

–are not as stoned as last time…

it’s best to peek,

with glance oblique,

since stoning is their pastime,

avoiding stares,

(& whispered prayers)

should save you from that cast eye…

a payoff huge,

since Pan will use,

your stones for breaking glass shrines…

But when you dock,

across the Loch,

make sure your hands aren’t idle–

–as Devil loves

his ownsome gloves

not yours—that sh*t’s just libel…

assist offload,

as if you’re Job,

both actual, and Bible,

secure the gang

way–try to hang–

–way back in case of tidal

↓ ebb & flow ↑

of flames can throw,

you face to face with idols.

–a closing tip–

there’s no round trip,

your destination’s final.