Satan Is a Very Good Liar
Soon, a penniless buyer,
Who’d dreamt of being a high flyer,
His bowel, a deflated tire,
And, thus, an embittered crier ….
Not willing anymore to climb higher;
Bosses would their workers fire,
After a couple of weeks’ hire!
Will he be hiring a smart lawyer?
But he can’t pay Barrister Moore Sawyer!
Of seven children did he sire,
Now, praised procreation does him tire!
Will he be going for the ropes or plain wire?
Then, Satan is a very good liar!
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