I sat one night at my desk on the brink of great discovery.
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The work was ripe and almost done but I slipped into a reverie.
The most horrible things I witnessed; I simply can't describe them;
It's a feeling known to almost all when anguish falls upon them.
Like a skater's fall, a devil's dance, a solid wall, or avalanche.
For terrors in a little way force even the strongest to delay.
But nevermind; I soon forgot; what is that knocking at the door?
So up I rose, hello repose! I won't have to worry anymore.
I tossed my work right out the window; I let it meet it's sorry fate.
I turned the knob in expectation, and what I saw was 8 ft 8!
Green as gook with eyes like sardines
Nevertheless a man of the big scene.
A charming monster with a beguiling smile,
Oh what class! Oh what style!
He wore a suit; such fine attire! He smoked a brown cigar.
No aggression in his expression; how thoroughly bizarre!
He stolled right in, began to talk; how musical his voice!
He offered an idea, set a proposition, gave me quite a choice.
"Forget success, forget the heartache, forget the road ahead! With me you'll live the easy life! Don't think! Relax instead!
With me you're self worth never suffers and your heart for good stays whole. If you don't try then you can't fail; just be a lazy troll."
He told me the most tempting things, he showed me all of his clients,
"When independence brings you grief," he said, "why choose self-reliance?"
I told him I was interested and that he had my ear; I asked, "What is your name, my friend?" He said his name was Fear.