6 November 2012
The devils sugar is sweeter than most. He'll invite you to tea just so he can boast. His tea is the best, heavenly, angel, ghost. His scones slightly buttered, his crumpets, his toast. And just when you think life couldn't get sweeter. The most comfortable chairs, time not on the meter. He'll cut you a deal, a little soul beater. Your life for your lovers, their tears become litres. But, don't worry! He's quite a fair man. You have till your last sip to come up with a plan. So drink slow, think quick, that is if you can. For your tea is cooling, time is now sand. Make your move, time to choose, save a life. It's you, right now or later your wife. If you truly loved her, there wouldn't be this strife. So throw in the towel, just take the knife. Little do you know, they're thinking the same. Both given immunity, yet both death you'll claim. Pity, really. None had to lose the game. For picking your partner you both have chosen shame... If you'd both chosen life... You both could have walked away. But neither of you did. The devil losses today. You're to selfless to join him in play. Be careful, because next time might be your last day.
©Odd 6/11/2012
Devils Sugar • Opuss № I