one cold trick
there was a knock on the
devil’s door.
devil’s door.
‘I’m busy!’
the visitor was persistent.
‘I wish to rent your wasteland.’
‘I wish to rent your wasteland.’
the devil dropped his eskimo
pie
and opened the door
a crack.
and opened the door
a crack.
‘say again?’
he could not perceive the visitor,
who had turned his back.
he could not perceive the visitor,
who had turned his back.
‘I wish to rent this space for
a while.’
the devil opened the door and
contorted
his face.
‘for what purpose?’
his face.
‘for what purpose?’
the visitor who turned to face
the devil
wore the devil’s face.
‘Woodstock ’, he replied,
I’d like to haveWoodstock
wore the devil’s face.
‘
I’d like to have
the devil fainted
and relieved himself on his doorstep.
and relieved himself on his doorstep.
his visitor, the imposter,
removed his mask
and laughed at the unconscious dark overlord.
removed his mask
and laughed at the unconscious dark overlord.
‘putz’
God said.
God said.
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