Hell is the consumer mind

 the meaningless mess
clinging to itself
greedily accumulating
every species of contorted confusion

you lunge toward the broom
it droops into a question mark
laughter for walls
jokes for ceilings

A non existant floor accumulating meaningless material
bipedal hobbyists flaunt and then dump
Whim the plump cherry
The cake itself sewage scrapings

the brain attempts to make sense
every attempt hallucinogenic
One settles for the sea of disorder
the concrete rotting semblences of a city

Rather than the hell ride of ventured logic
the faint taste of oblivion hot on the tongue