Poetry

Pick up the phone 
call quick
the box lures you in
come on come on
gives us your pennies
you slave ridden homicidal children of the lamb.

Spin the dice, take a chance!
With the devil, you shall dance!

Keep them coming,
the sand sinks quick
but stays conscious enough
for another persona to pick

Today I am fancy,
Today I am devine
And I shall call you mortermer
and tip toe on your hell bent telephone line