The Confessions of Mr Punch

The Confessions of Mr Punch.

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Well it was raining Dogs,

(all the Cats stayed dry at home)

hungry hounds ran down the gutters

hunting down old student loans.

But like a Porn Star in a Pawn Shop

They had nothing left to sell/ except that

tiny piece of Soul they keep

to bargain with down in Hell.

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But that’s the weigh they play the Game here,

when the newsprint hits the Soup

and all the bar-maids know the story,

o’ the suitcase left on the stoop,

where they found the torso gory

and in a blaze of Tabloid Glory

the Young Reporter

finally got his Scoop.

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We made a fatal combination,

distilled a toxic chemistry,

a perfect product you could market

in almost any Industry.

But I hoped you learned your Lesson,

for I know that I’ve learnt mine,

And don’t beat yourself up

too much, please,

the Pleasure should be mine.

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The Reverend Hellfire..

’nuff said!

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~ by reverendhellfire on May 26, 2019.

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