Sinister Mister

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It’s crazy but it’s true,
I just saw it in action,
I’m now being served a distraction,
To try and distort the infraction.
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From any demon,
Destruction is the goal,
To wreak havoc and ruin,
Besides bringing about total devastation, demolition, and annihilation.

This special case,
Was going along at quite the pace,
Then did a few somersaults,
And abruptly ground to a halt.

There was no scene of the crime,
It was an attack of the mind,
Nefarious beings without bodies,
Being very naughty.

Believed hook, line, and sinker,
Causing catastrophe,
There wasn’t a warning,
Before stares became glares.

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The little demons,
Are at it again,
So unbearable and vile,
Looks like another weakling’s been beaten.

He didn’t even have,
A chance to test his wings,
Before he got bit,
And the serpent’s bite stings.
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Everything Has An Expiration

Aren’t you glad you didn’t know,
It would be the last time,
Wouldn’t you agree,
It would have taken away from the shine?

It’s terribly terrible,
And horrifically horrible,
Now that it’s gone,
But knowing when it would go,
Would have even,
Intensified the blow.

For it would have prevented,
That last lovely memory,
Which is now worth more,
Than any money.

It’s a sad, sad world,
Where nothing lasts,
And no one knows when what’s now,
Will become a thing of the past.

Things,
Unfortunately,
Seem meant to die,
But why?

Maybe it’s because,
It wasn’t meant to happen,
It had broken invisible laws,
And brought about out-of-sight applause.

Or maybe it’s because,
Of unseen meddling,
It was truly God’s plan,
But ruined as consequence,
Of unholy Man.

Or possibly because,
It had served its purpose,
And had to move on,
To another circus.

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But you ought to believe,
It was the end of an era,
And around the next bend,
Lies a much better end.
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Too good to be true?
Yes I think,
Maybe that describes you,
About to admit to happy,
Then I feel it,
Fly right past me.

Is it worth the hell?
Time will tell,
Overnight elated,
Then lightning fast deflated.

Electricity,
Pouring into and out of me,
Not too long,
And it bordered on too strong.

Good,
But always shy of good enough,
Luckily,
I’m made of fucking tough stuff.

Nothing special,
So I’ll wrestle,
To get past this devil,
So I don’t go mental.

We’re all the same,
It’s only a game,
I know all are scum,
We’ll have to see if one,
Is better than some……….