So that I do not have to run the risk of having this work butchered by the thoughts of those who can’t see eye to eye with me, I have taken the liberty of writing this (hopefully) brief introduction for this symphony of poetry.

First off, it isn’t exactly 3 poems. Well, it is, but only if you look at it as ONE poem interrupted twice. If you do not choose to do so, then it is SEVEN poems. All of these poems are very dependent upon one another in order for you to get the full effect of what I am trying to convey. You may have noticed that the previous work I wrote for this class’ consumption delved into the theme of "fuck the reader." This work, is more "fuck the subject" than anything else.

With that said and done, a sentence or two about each "movement."

1 (1a). A synopsis of the story that the poem tells. Inspired by Shakespeare’s habit of doing so in his plays.

2 (1b). The introduction of the primary character and the tragedy.

3 (2) Commercial 1: Inspired by Anti-drug PSAs and my conversation with a Pearl Jam song (Hey foxymophandlemama, that’s me)

4 (1c). The realization of the problem.

5 (1d). Now that the world knows…

6 (3). Commercial 2: I AM PISSING ON THE HAPPY LIFE!!! I believe it may be sarcasm.

7 (1e). It’s over, right?

Unlike, my previous endeavor of intangible, sophomoric nonsense, this has a purpose. This is also not another great way to get out of really writing about poetry. Not only that, it’s a clear one. It makes sense. If you get lost, then it’s your fault. I’m not the one in control of the remote, the story told itself, and I was one who took pictures. If you see this as unconventional, then I am glad, but those weren’t my intentions. My purpose here is to give you a guided tour of an earthly concept of hell.

Everything in this symphony contains some sort of meaning. From the font size and formatting to punctuation (or lack thereof). I can’t expect any one person to understand why any of this was done, but at the same time, it would be wrong to go through and explain its significance (especially you have your heart set on believing what this all means). In other words, you are in charge here, not the writer.

Of course you are.

Well, that you are. This could be considered a substitute for actually reading this, but what I want you to do is read this so that I can open your eyes (for those who are shut). If I can’t, then pray that no one else has to.