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The Devil

I strolled into a pit,

not actually though,

I was summoned,

to meet a demon,

doing anything,

but charade.

That horned guy said,

I’ve brought you here,

for a shady deal,

offered a drink of lava,

enough hot to shatter my already weary soul.

But I asked him for a paper straw,

doesn't this come in a diet bowl?

He shook my hand,

smiled a toothy grin,

'For all your sins,'

he said,

'I have a punisher within.'

 

Step one:

You'll read your browsing history,

out loud in a room!

I smirked,

'Jokes on you *******

I use Incognito,

an extension broom.

He frowned,

shouted,

'Then you'll wear a hoodie made of itching wire,

dance the tango with one of us,

in the hellish fire!'

I laughed,

I'm vegan dude,

your kind looks quite plain.

Can I just get the heating bill, and,

skip that awful pain?

He tried to give me constant pop ups,

'You have not signed for a deal,'

I said,

'I’m a conjugate model,

dude,

you cannot override my stubborn will.

Then he tried freezing

my thawing self in a lake of dry ice,

I said,

'It’s better than the heat,'

but checked the temperature twice.

looked at him,

giggled,

'But tell me pal,

why are you using ms office, from bygone era,

it’s heading for a fall.

 

And why’d you try to sell me to seven different,

shady imps?

Is hell a ponzi scheme,

run by a buncha pimps?

This furnace of yours,

is inefficient,

quite loud,

shouldn't you use some green tech,

to stand out from the crowd?

I think your sins are more of etiquette,

than actual malice driven,

maybe you should go to heaven,

and ask to be forgiven?

But he stomped his foot,

said,

'You win, you peculiar soul,

go back to earth,

charge your evs by burning diesel.

Punishing you here,

is far too high a toll!'

I left the pit sans a scratch, with a conviction burning bright,

told that clown,

'get a consultant,'

before I bid him goodnight..

😈

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Abhrayantra_01A
25 / M / Pasadena, CA
Published
May 9
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