I keep telling myself, asshole,
You have this much time, and this much
Money to get it all done.
Imagine, okay, the Devil.
He is clean and red and you can smell ginger.
His G-d is your G-d so no surprises there—
But the way he looks at you says everything
About how he uses his belt. And he
Never seems to remember you.
They’d rather lick the clock clean than help me.
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