DEVIL OF A SLAM

DEVIL OF A SLAM

I was sitting on the steps over at Roswell Park.
My life I found had grown suddenly very dark.
But it wasn't for my own life that I sat there crying.
My wife was inside and it seems she was dying.

As I sat there and sipped from grief and sorrow's cup,
this evil looking fellow to me walked right up.
He didn't say it but I knew why he came.
Nobody had to tell me. "I know Satan by name."
He said,"Hey Jimmy, I hear you're a pretty good poetry slammer."
Let's throw down some lines Sucker........ "On you I will hammer."
I winked at his smirk, bought into his wager.
A poem to ensure my wife's a Golden-ager.
My soul for a poem, that thing has no worth.
It's just been dragging me down from the day of my birth.
So we strolled to a bus stop, folks were all milling about.
They judged, he went first. He spoke with no doubt.
His poem wasn't bad, but all about badness.
His words strode a path of infinite sadness.
He spoke of no joy, or glory or mirth.
But about malice and evil, right here on earth.
And so they judged him, these commuters to be.
He got two 9's, a 7 and one lowly 3.
So now it was my turn to throw down some words.
The soundscape was still but for the chirping of birds.
I searched in my head for a place I could start.
But I found what I needed down deep in my heart.
I rang out about kindness and all about love.
About our Heavenly father and his help from above.
I repented for sin with those glorious words.
I sang out so loudly, off flew the birds.
And still they poured out, these words meant to save my wife.
I even did SPEED POETRY for the first time in my life.
I metered and rhymed, It all went so well.
My poem told that fellow,"You go straight back to Hell !"
But all was ajumble as they hurried to score.
The bus was approaching, now opening it's door.
Two 10's, a 7 and a 6 & 1/2,
"I beat that dirty Bastard." I said with a laugh.
But when I turned to look at him, he was already gone.
I may have won nothing, on me it just dawned.

As for his end of the bargain I was not to be assured.
But three months later my dear wife was cured

I can hear the beat in your rhyme. I love the Slam Poetry. Who knew, Christians could do it too? This would be good to music too. Your expression is very witty, fluid, and resolute. There's one suggestion I have for the poem. The following line may read smoother if you remove the word in bold.

And still they poured out, these words meant to save my wife.

May God Bless You

Two thumbs up, no doubt.

All tens and some fingersnaps to boot !

niiiiiiice!