Read the Signs
The cloven hoof prints
Should have been read
Way before I signed
My contract with the dead.
My lawyer did not see
And nor did I
The fine printed sign
Of an evil lie.
Alive yet livid
Living in a haze
Of smoky pubs stoking
My booze fueled daze.
Singling out women
Of a tender nature
To take a hell ride
And feed the creature.
I pray I’m asleep
Spring, summer, fall
When the beast makes
His final withdrawal.
I should’a read the signs.
26 April, 2016.
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