# Don't Talk to the Devil

Author: justBrett
Tags: Poem

#2 of poem

This dammed city of prey  
Who's people are just shades of grey   
So easy to woe  
So easy to sway  
I won't even need to try something new  
They will believe whatever I say   
  
Hay criminal across the street   
I can tell you're trying to dodge the heat  
Why don't you come over and take a seat  
You're actually the guy I'd like to meet   
  
A simple problem that I can see  
You live a life a crime  
But for you I might just have the remedy  
And it won't cost you a dime  
  
Can you believe life can be so sublime  
Its all out of the kindness of my hart  
With no resin and no rhyme   
So kick up your feet and we can start  
 All I requires is a moment of your time  
  
You see over the years IV acquired set of skills  
And have become quit the word smith   
You know I can change harts and bend wills  
Ill have you hooked on the slightest whiff  
  
So just relax and talk to me  
And maybe we can strike a deal  
I can make anything you wish to be   
You can feel anything you wish to feel  
  
I can do so many things for you geez where do I start  
I can make you strong or fast  
Or I can make you smart  
  
So don't worry my friend you have nothing left to to fear  
If you wish you can be an astronaut, the president or even rock stare   
Your life you don't have pilot nor steer  
Boy I can take you far  
If you'd only keep me near

 Your days of hunger can be over  
You no longer have to sleep in the mud  
Never again be sober   
All it requires is a little blood  
  
Also I can see you're a little lonely  
And maybe a little stressed  
If you sign and we can be homie  
And get this load of your chest  
  
So what if you have to sequent   
You don't have to be so shy  
Who really reads the fine print  
 What resin do I have to lie  
  
Bwahaha there we go son  
You see that's all it took!  
Now we both get to have some fun  
Because the fish bit the hook  
  
You see im your buddy hear can't you see  
Don't you know  
Just think of things you can control or be  
And your new horns show  
  
  
That new look in your in your eyes   
It fills me with such a sick glee  
The point when judgment fades and innocents dies  
A fine replacement for a man such as me  
  
I guess now I better be taking off  
I got all from you I need  
I leave the pig to his new trough  
Because even demons need to feed  
  
Hay look at there  
 A woman across the bay  
So small and so pure  
I wonder what price shed pay  
A simple smile and a little charm  
I bet it won't take much for her to losses her way  
No different from the rest  
Just another shade of grey  
A another little fish  
In this dammed city of prey

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/keNR4Dxe
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