While You Dozed

I visited the Underworld today
While you were sleeping off those extra shots.
I think it is the loveliest of spots,
With kitchen privileges. For my stay,
While I laid sandwiches out on a tray
They turned the heat up — just under the pots —
And pasta salad, of which there was lots,
Was served — spicy, warm, cold, every which way.

But even though the windows remain closed,
My fingers hurt, and show traces of jam
And peanut butter, I don't give a damn.
I listened to some music while you dozed,
And Hell is not as hot as you supposed.
I'm not as desperate as you think I am.