A poem: The Devil

I met a man in a fire
it was my choice
to get out of hell
to get away from satan
because he’s devilish
with horns
on his head
a fireball out his mouth
what a pity
for all the people
who misbehaved
because now they have to sit with satan
for eternity
and beyond.
But satan just sat
in his chair
crying about the fact
he had no hair
so none of the ladies wanted him.
Poor guy.


I like your poem but the devil surely knows bald men are more virile.