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My Meeting With Satan
I met Satan on Thursday
It was just after dark
In the Bismarckallee
Near the back of the park
He was near the old bench
Where the old alkie sat
Until someone handed him that brake fluid
He'd been looking for business
From the girls working there
But fell foul of the pimp
And those boys don't fight fair
Despite all the blood
I knew him at once
As only I could
We were at the same school
I helped him up and dusted him off
He licked his own wounds
Which quite put me off
While my dog yammered pitifully in the bushes
Presently he spoke
"My wallet is gone, let’s get out of the cold
We'll talk of old times
And your soul, is it sold?"
So I told him the story of the house and the car
The factories in China and the global bazaar
The mortgage
The overdraft
The hole in the roof
The court case
My girl‘s brace
And the new septic tank
In a shortened summation
Of my soul's desperation
I'd almost forgotten
My masters
The Bank
"Ah yes"
He replied
Goat eyes filled with tears
"The vampires of finance
The worst of my fears!"
"Those bastards never let go!"
