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 |   A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard. |
Dear Sir, or Madam, or Whom this note may concern: It’s been many centuries, since I joined the firm, always performed my duties, always gave my best, but I am convinced it’s time, that I take a rest. A change of position is what I must request, I need something cheerier per my therapist. Siphoning souls seems simple, but they’re sticky things. Even to skeletal frames the damned ones still cling. No one’s happy to see me, I’m no welcome guest, I’m the soul proctologist, the rotting soul dentist. Excuse me for confessing, but it’s depressing, to be the sole enforcer, for soul repossessing. I s’pose I could stoke the fires, or forge iron chains, but I’d really like to stop, causing so much pain. This, then, will be my last day, I intend to resign, visit places far away a new job to find. But, I won't give up the heat that might be too hard. Maybe I’ll go to Miami, and be a lifeguard? PROMPT SEPTEMBER 2 Death has decided he hates his job. Write his poetic resignation. You must use at least one of the following poetic devices somewhere in your poem: alliteration, assonance or consonance. You must not use: death, dead, dying or any variations of these words. |
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