
I take my usual spot,
Perched on your shoulder.
He takes the left side,
I take the right.
It’s my turn to go first.
I take a deep breath and begin my impassioned speech.
You stop in your tracks.
It looks like it’s working.
Then he chimes in.
And with a few choice, seductive words
You’re sold.
Just like that.
Just like always.
I work so hard trying so save your soul.
Why do I even bother?
You all end up in the same place anyway.
I wonder how “he” would write the story? Well done.
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