Fuckin Faustian Burn

 

I should have known

the deal was too good to be true

But as is too often the case

in my rainbow chasing life 

I put that little voice

in my starry eyed brain

on reckless ignore

The ink was not yet dry
on my soul selling contract

in exchange for wealth and fame
with the slick infernal demon
when I was struck dead
by a meteorite to the head

Nobody controls the stars
but that damn Satan
sure has pull over meteors

Forward all future correspondence
to my new Hellish address

Caveat Emptor for sure