Dinner With Satan

Dinner with Satan.
 
My friends and I were in such a bore,
But suddenly one had a plan in store.
Looking back, I shouldn’t have had my expectations so high
Because we literally stopped at a highway nearby.
 
Eventually we found a beautiful view
The grass was green, the lake was pristine, and outside there was still mildew.
I could go on and on,
But I’ll stop before this story gets too long.
 
There was a fishing pier that I stood on excited, perhaps even dancing
My friends joined and we began prancing.
Screaming and shouting like wild banshee
We were blowing our cover and we had to flee.
Because this time we really crossed the line,
We stumbled across a giant CAUTION sign
 
I decided to jump off the platform with a leap.
But to my demise this jump was awfully steep.
I didn’t make it across to the grass
Instead I was being swallowed by a grotesque dirt mass.
So now here I was knee deep in feces
So close to repulsive rodents in such a tight squeeze.
At this rate, they’re about to become my new family.
I’m in here so long they’re probably getting fond of me.
 
I shouldn’t have jumped, I was previously debating
Because now I’m so deep I’m having dinner with Satan.
Sitting here in the center of the Earth,
I can feel myself swallowing in gallons of dirt.
Fine dining on dirt, filth, and rodent residue
I sat here hoping “This can’t be true.”
This has to be a cruel prank I know it
There’s no way I’m currently engulfed in a pile of shit.
I’m really slipping into feces and dirt
Everything’s drenched from my shorts to my t-shirt.
 
Eventually I got out and it was sadly a drag.
My confident jump was nothing to brag.
Perhaps you will take some advice,
From my poorly planned, ignorant nights.
The valuable lesson learned overall,
Is just know that you can get back up after you fall.