Prepaid Cards

Just a thought!

We are all born with a prepaid card attached to our toe,

Minutes begin to tick away with the first breath you take.

As your time is about to dwindle away,

A lucky few find a licensed Doc, that's (Dealer of Credit),

To add a few minutes to your card... for a price...

An arm, a leg, maybe a lung and in the end...

Your soul, collected the second your minutes expire!

I tried to cheat the Devil... I checked out early!

Little did I know,

He took out an Insurance policy on me!...

                                                 "Paid in Full"



Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Don't sell your soul, you can't cheat the Devil!"          "A little poetic humor"

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