The Weekenders

The weekenders
dark angels with black wings
Covered with white feathers
Time traveling wanderers
out to fish for people
Like you and I
No need for rods or nets
Just meet and greet
A crooked evil eye
Lies and deception
With a proven story line,
And, if you fancy,
A few daiquiris with lime
Aptly masking their slime
Beware of the weekenders
They'll eat your heart and soul
spitting them out down to
Satan's sulphur burning hall