Identity Theft

Who are you that

You think I am able to make

The messed-up tiny world called

Earth into a place

Where I can live?

I want to see that you

Have a long goodbye before I send

My son back.

If you all try and give me

A long time away again

Then you all shall

See that I am a gentle

And ungenerous leader

So you had better give me the time.

For if you don’t

It will seem that you are all

Ready to elope with the Devil and

That means a long time in the prison

Called the Styx.

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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