“Contract”

The devil’s noose is tied around your toe.
You’re hanging from your ambitions
to star
in your own television show.

Put down the remote.
Pick up your crayons.
It’s time to sketch a mural of your master plan.

The devil’s noose has the slack to expand
and consume your body whole,
if you don’t specify your demands.

So pen your deal and follow through.
The devil is waiting and I am too.

narrative poem written on 10-07-2009 by: on mattkane.com
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