The Last Penny
"Sorry sir, all of your assests are gone,
you don't have a penny left in this bank!"
"What?  I built this place I own it - it's mine
I'll tell you point blank."

Then the teller called security, and they told
the man he would have to leave or go to jail.
Then the man remembered; he'd talked
to Satan about this very well.

He had made a pact with Satan twenty years ago, he could
get everybodys' money into his bank and be a rich man.
That's what Satan did for him, and that was the agreed to plan.

But when old age came, the old man
had to forfeit his soul to the evil one.
And Satan had the papers all signed,
it was a real deal done.

Now the old man had nothing - Satan got it all;
the man's soul and even his last penny.
The old man belonged to Satan;
there was no appeal or mercy - no not any!

                                                                   
written 10/03/2003
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