Extra Extra!

Good evening, Mr. Smith.
What's that you're playing with?
You've pulled me from the brink.
Your hand's now stained with ink.

If something's left, I'm right.
It's all in black and white.
These stories write themselves.
At night by workshop elves.

Somehow, you work and toil,
While teeming trouble boils.
Then splashed across the top,
Those headlines really pop.

It's just my intuition,
This morning's new edition.
A forecast of the future.
An eerie premonition.

Extra Extra! All about it
You want it. Yeah, you got it.
Just a light touch of the creature.
Now start running a special feature.

Listen, Devil, we need to talk.
I've had enough, now take a walk
Much too quick, our contract signed.
You've veered across the dotted line.

Well, my man, it's forced my hand.
Time to collect here as you stand.
Not so fast, I pulled your clause.
And pried my soul from gripping jaws.

7/14/26
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