Lucifer admits his sin
and hams it up, playing God
with a thunderous, overcast sky backdrop,
bellowing with a wink and a nod.
I still wonder why I am here --
track marks my price of admission?
A little thing, all admit.
But the perils of Pauline
are a tedious routine
and I no longer wish to skip
from lumber mill to quicksand pit.
He heckles me from the sidelines,
his harpies chiming in beside him,
but at least none of my neighbors
scowl at me and spit.
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