Red

There is a red man running

wild. He hides his horns

under different hats. He

can look like you or me.

He wraps his pointy tale

around his waist. He wears

a smiling face and waits until

we turn around before stabbing

us in the back. He is always

on the attack. The red man feeds

off innocence. He will try to make

a deal with you and take

your soul. The devil is in the details.

Some sign, in blood, without fail.

Show up to the meeting and kill

him with kindness. Illuminate

the darkness. He will ask you

to dance. Not a damn chance.

The red man lives inside all

of us, but it is up to us to trust

him or not. Now ask yourself:

Do I evict him or let him stay?

Pity Party

Would you like to come to my party?

It would be a shame if you didn’t.

When you arrive, you will listen

to sob stories and whining galore.

At this party, you will receive pity.

If that’s what you want, come by.

We will all feel really bad for you.

We will sympathize with all you do.

You don’t want to miss this pity party.

Come! Quick! The complaints are starting.