(obsession
doggerel)
What
the Hell? Demonomania
He found
he was obsessed with hell—
It didn’t
suit him very well
(He was a
huge fan of Adele).
But demons
fascinated him
(I know, I
know—it’s awfully grim)—
They
filled his cup, clear to the brim.
He’d do
whatever he could do
To summon
them into his view:
He’d chant
or he would mix a brew
Of nasty,
purely evil things—
And all
had fangs; a few had wings;
A few had
once been parts of kings.
Then one
day all the summoned came—
And he, of
course, bore all the blame
When all
of them then filed a claim
For his
poor everlasting soul.
And down
he went—the deepest hole—
Where
demons live in fiery coal.
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