Dealing From The Bottom


I meet the anti Christ

in a dream state

or maybe

tis just a premonition

So hard to tell these days


the devil in my head

asks me if I wanted

to play for his team

since I have quite

the impressive sin resume 

his words 

not mine

I take no pride in my debauchery

Terms of the infernal contract

are laid out

My eternal soul

for a case of beer

Back and forth we negotiate

I propose a bag of corn chips

(cause they go heavenly with brew)

Louie reminds me of my

low salt diet restrictions

and counters with

a personalized brass mug

Now I’ve always struggled

with temptation

I am the master of the

absolution rationalization

but this time I decline

the deal of a lifetime

Going to hold out

for the angels

of my better nature

to make me

a counter offer

and bargain for my salvation



About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

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