Fellow blogger Ruined Chapel posted this and challenged us to finish it. I'll give it a try.
He’s been sitting in this bar for the last fifteen years,
Waiting for the Devil to come make a deal for his soul.
Don’t bother to talk to him, I think that his ears
Are shot from all of this bad rock ‘n’ roll.
One more blood shot drink for the road… [This line contributed by Thingy]
Sitting in his battered car waiting for the ringing in his ears to stop
"What's he waiting for?" he fumed. "All he need do is ask, I'll come cheap."
Starting up the car the road started swaying. A loud noise came from above.
He was buried under three stories when the earthquake finished.
With his spirit leaving he was met by a demon.
"This cannot be," the man cried, "he hasn't paid me for my soul!"
The demon laughed maniacally, "Why would he pay for something he already owns?"
Reminds me of Kristofferson's song, "To Beat the Devil"! I used to play that on my 4 a.m. drives to the television studio to go up in our helicopter this time of year. May have been a Freudian thing too, because Kristofferson once flew helicopters for a job. Merry Christmas, PM!
Maybe it was Michael, have a merry Christmas as well.
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