posted on Oct, 27 2009 @ 03:01 PM
" What is the street value of a soul ? "
I wandered into this "soul" as I was walking through the park.
It was like walking into a cold space, left by a ghost.
I asked myself, "where is the original host?"
I sat down on a park bench and watched the soul make its way ahead.
Was it searching for someone, maybe alive, maybe dead ?
Then a shyster appeared and said it was taken,
But a glance at the soul showed him only forsaken.
Then the shyster, the devil; offered a dollar and a dime,
enough to buy bread, some cheese and some wine,
if the soul would go with him, and no one would cry,
But I raised up the ante and offered to buy . . . the soul myself.
I sat the soul down, on the bench there beside me,
he'd sold for such, a ridiculously small fee,
that I thought I'd call him worthless, and timid, and bland,
til he jumped up and shouted "All I am is a man"!
Now I'm richer by far, than two days ago,
I've paid quite dearly, for the return of my soul.