Tattoo The Devil
An interesting conversation,
A tattooed Beauty speaking of a Beast;
Of his attention as an aberration,
away from true love to dissipation.
She is far from being a devil!
Her only sin: She did not want to kiss
someone on whom she could never settle
and giving his flirtations a miss.
Oh not branded by tattooist, no!
In fact, the tattooist felt the Beast unkind
to brand the Beauty as a whore
Because who else might he have maligned?
After all, I left him first in tears and curse
Then exposed his duplicity in this verse.
Met Old Scratch the other day–was thinking of trading in for something better–Had been dreaming about it far too much– Had been feeling a little left behind by all my contemporaries and such. So there I went to see Old Sratch there at The Crossroads.
He strutted over. You know that walk– Smiling all friendly and happy to see me. We joked a bit. He put me at ease– wanted to know what would make me happy– how HE might make ME happy–Had the conversation about fame and glory as we walked around the lot.
Then it all went dark–cloud blocked the sun…or maybe it was the moon…and Old Scratch, he looked at me and I looked at him. I said that I would quite like to see my self having fame…having glory…
But Old Scratch looked into my eyes and sucked in air through his teeth– the way builders do when they are pricing up– then he shook his head and asked if the soul I had to trade was all I had.
It’s a good soul. Yeah it’s been around the block a bit but it’s still got a lot of juice left, I said. But the most Old Scratch could offer was a few more followers on all my social networks.
I was more than a little disappointed. So I said I’d think it over some– I walked away and went to the coffee shop instead to scribble in my little book and look out the window.
It’s a nice little soul. Worth a bit more than what was offered. A collectible, really– and it’s mine.