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[sid] => 8002
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Conversation with Higher Powers
[time] => 2002-12-05 14:30:00
[hometext] => A reason in itself to be good little boys and girls before you leave 'ere...
[bodytext] => I was a rich man, snobby and stout
I didn't care what money was about I loved to spend, I loved to brag People told me I was a spoiled old bag I didn't care, I loved my wealth I didn't approach it with much stealth I did not care for love and trust Then one day I was hit by a bus As I was hanging in certain peril I was paid a visit by the Devil Thought I must say it was quite strange It seems that Lucifer had a change There were no horns, there was no tail No fiery fork, no deathly wail No minions crawling, no goat-shaped hooves He wore one sneaker and wore one shoe His skin was not all scaly and red He wore a beanie hat on his head He didn't speak with a bellowing voice He spoke quite sofly, and oddly by choice I asked the devil "Am I going to die?" He said "Yes, I wouldn't want to lie" I asked "I thought the devil *always* told lies?" He said "I'm God, I'm in disguise" When I was sure that i was dead My ghost stood up and went bright red Why the disguise? I felt inclined to enquire Doesn't it alone suggest you're a liar? God sat down and my ghost did too He said "There's something I have to do" I said "what" and he he started to laugh; "I wanted to be the one that kicked your ar**" [comments] => 3 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 7 [informant] => Wilder [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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