I sold my soul to Satan solely so my soles could slow.
Feet far faster flee for feasts of food forsaken.
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- Comment from author about the poem: In a world focused on speed, it's almost impossible to take your foot off the gas.
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I like that very much. Very, very clever. A message for which you have to weave thru a cleverly assembled word puzzle to receive.
The devil welcomes you to his feast, eating your soul! ---- oh my, You take me where men seldom go. Enjoyed.
An intriguing poem, well constructed. And I always thought people would sell their souls to the devil to be able to go faster!
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