R S Prasanna

Spam that tries to be literature.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Deal with the Devil

I'll take from you your wife
the sum total of your wealth
Your friends will trun foes
Boils will erupt on your smooth skin

Death will evade you
As you'll beg her to come and
Give you solace with her kiss

Your children will spite you
Your neighbours despice you
You will not be remembered beyond your death

In your life you shall be numb
No senses of yours shall function

Flesh will turn you off
Wine will taste like water
Thirst of yours will never be quenched
In hell you shall rot

Now tell me
Do you really want it so badly?

I looked at the offer
I nodded yes

As God moved away with his haul
I was left alone on stage
The arc lights shone upon my face
My smile cast a shadow of joy
Across the lower half of my face


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