You know how there’s a little angel on one of
your shoulders and a little devil on the other one?

And how even if you run really fast or twist
around they’re still floating there? And you know

how you’re kind of like a wrestling referee
standing in the middle deciding who is right and

wrong? Well, I was thinking that maybe we
should have a real wrestling match. Like we could

have some guys dress up in angel and devil suits
and they could wrestle each other. I think the

angel guy should not wear any wings though,
wouldn’t you agree? Wings would just get in the

way. And the devil should not be allowed to bring
his pitchfork. Anyway, this could be a public

event – sort of a low-budget Wrestlemania kind of
deal – and we could serve drinks and sandwiches

and maybe some nachos. You could head up
the refreshment committee (No alcohol, you

sneak!) . I think the angel wrestler should shout
out lines of scripture while he’s trying to pin the

devil, who would just holler obscenities, I guess.
He’ll probably try to bribe the referee too.

Professor Poetry Hound

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