beelzebub & me

so there is the devil

and then there is true sadism

—otherwise known as God

the devil plays tiddlywinks

in a room

in the back of the mansion

while God designed the entire thing

on fault lines, rumbling

and not covered in the policy

so when the shit hits the fan

and we demand remuneration

and an explanation

all we are told, of course is:

sorry man—

shoulda read the fine print.

“don't you see yet?”

the old bastard says with a laugh,

“that nothing is built to last?

cry and whine and complain all you like

but the train left the building

long before you wandered in

and bought a ticket to nowhere

thinking you were getting the big win.

“don't worry,

there'll be another along soon. 

“you see

Beelzebub and me?

we've always been in it together

I'm the conductor

and he's the attendant

and it's our friendship, indeed, that created this trip

just for you

as long and strange

or short & terrible

as it may be

“it's a choose your own adventure

authored by He,

but ghost-written by me:

the King of all Tricksters

and forever ending

on page 23

“it's a paint by the numbers

signed 'Bob Ross'

but upon completion

it becomes obvious

that it was created

by Bosch

and Goya

and Blake

alike

“but by the time you see this

it's far too late

(HAHAHAHA)

and your children

—your yummy yummy children

have already been served up

on my plate

“hors d’oeuvres, anyone?

the hour is getting late

and we're about to end

in the same place we've just begun

“and now that you can see me

and can finally see yourself

now that you get it

and everything that led to it

I only have one question:

can't we just forget it?

it was, after all,

 just a bit of fun.”

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