The East London Devil's Diplomat
And so old mate,
you've taken your last breath,
You've snuffed it, yeah,
no, really your stone dead.
Now come on chum
it's really not that bad,
dark souls like yours
are welcome at our gaff.
The climate here
is great, better than most
Your bloody soul will
soon be warm as toast.
Just take a look around,
this place is hot.
we've china plates
and dinner's in the pot.
Or did you bet on
fluffy clouds and larks
maybe with angels
playing on gold harps?
You wouldn't want
that kind of shit, I bet.
Your not the fluffy sort,
let's have a drink.
I've saved your place
come in, we'll have a chat
For you've just met
the devil's diplomat.
poem by Ruth Walters
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