Sense Sonnet - Steamer

 Win Some, Lose Some

Fell from heaven, I made a deal

With the boss up there that I could

Use any trick, beg, borrow or steal

Folks to turn bad who were born good.

And lots of folks dug their own hole.

I be their wishing well of sin,

And at well bottom, sell their sole,

Another boss loss and my win.

But once in a while a folk is

Able to get a helping hand,

Do gooders minding my bad biz,

Meddlesome, but I understand.

Some leave me in their wishing well,

Find help to climb out of my hell.