This was the call that I'd been dreading.

This was the call that I'd been dreading. I didn't want to speak to that impudent pig anymore, but he just won't leave me alone. I can ignore the phone or even unplug it but

I know that I can only run for so long, i pick up, "... I know I know" waiting to get my head ripped off was when a voice i had not previously encountered. it shouted ".....

heres to my sweet Satan. Isn't she so handsome and so Goth?". Suddenly, some voice I had not heard since being exiled shouted, "Duck!" I ducked just as Satan's scythe sliced the

large duck who had been standing behind me neatly in two. Next, Satan sliced some oranges with his scythe, and pretty soon was cooking us up some duck l'orange. I was impressed by

Satan's culinary genius but I knew he must have had a lot of practice down there in you-know-where cookin' up a storm on the hottest BBQ grill the universe has ever known. I always

Heard rave reviews of the barbequed items on the menu at Dante's Pizza. Satan himself was the chef. One day I ordered from Dante's and it was delivered by a young man wearing red.

The Pizza Satan made was delicious but, it secretly sucked your soul out and as I drifted out of my body toward hell I remember that the cure was to

pray to Jehovah, before my life was ova. But when does life end, when my soul still has intent? I pondered the question while praying for salvation.

I'm praying for myself, but also for my nation. We be great again, but we're living in sin. No trumped up claim, Imma votin' for the dame. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

If the days blur together, get with her on four letters: V, O, T and E. She's the bet for you and me. Do we gamble this change we believe in? Trump card means game over, friend.