Twas on a Sunday morning,
the devil approached a man,
intending to nab his soul,
there was not another plan.
The man was game for a deal.
The devil did his bidding,
one hundred thousand dollars.
The man said, "are you kidding?"
The devil, surprised at this,
up'd it to a quarter mil.
"God offered me a million,"
said the man, who knew the drill.
The devil, frustrated, said,
"alright then, I'll double it,
but that's my final offer."
The man agreed, and then split.
He looked over the man's soul,
stamped upon it the devil's seal,
and could not help but think that
he got the raw end of the deal.
Copyright 2007 Brett Nicholas Moore