What a strange day, that I'm visiting hell
Been through already seven circles, I
Heard enough of the sinners' cry and yell.

Then came the eight circle, sinners who lie
Were sent here, are the most sinful of all
Worst, they use sarcasm as a disguise.

This circle has gorgeous color of fall
But can sinners enjoy this view? Oh no,
Busy suffering great pain, did they all.

Hung by the tounge, by the fish hook, in woe
The string attached to the hook has hot clay
Melting down, to their tounge and throat, it go.

Burnt by clay, was the price they had to pay
“But that's not all the tortures” Virgil said,
“Ask, they'll tell you what it's like everyday.”

To one, I asked “Oh soul, what made you bled?
What left you scarred, left your disfigured face?
And tell me why you're in this place of dread.”

“I used to be such a sarcastic case
Thought of it just as a simple saying;
I used that nonsense at whatever place.”

“But now, as sarcasm used as joking
Or even meant for harm; the string will
Turn to flame, left my face and neck burning.”

Eventhough I felt bad for them, but still
They did the crime, they have to serve the time
Afterward, my sympathy went down hill.

Because they think it's a victimless crime,
I was really angry at them for that
I wanted to torture them, just one time.

So I left them burning by telling one
Sarcastic joke; and sympathy? There's none.