POEM: A Kick in Arrears

There is a high accost to selling your soul. But, if you are going to sell your soul, make sure to get a high price. Nonetheless, playing such a game is costly to won and awe — and some debts can never be repaid…

A Kick in Arrears

What does it, prophet
A man
To game the whirled
And loose his sole
And you don’t need
Know shit, Sherlock
To no
The game is afoot

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