
If you promise a pound of flesh, you must deliver.
If you promise two, you must also give away the liver.
Even when you do not recall a blood oath made,
You must pull yourself into pieces
In the spirit of fair trade.
When the devil comes to collect your debts again,
Tell it to go and bleed dry your best friends instead.
To survive, you must really focus on existing
And you cannot do that with pride
Or morals in your system.
After all that has been done, you should remember –
One day you will not be able to blame your bad temper
For wilfully slipping deeper into the machine.
But you cannot admit it
So you swear by the silver screen.
-JW