This is what happens when you have little sleep, what seems like a great idea and nothing but time on your hands. I got the idea and kind of ran with it just to see where it goes. If you like it, cool. If you don't, cool. I figured I worked on the damn thing, I might as well share it.
A poem about the maiden the Score, the devil Justin whose only intelligible phrase is "NeverScore" and the person who meets said Justin at his sports bar door. I didn't change a whole lot from the Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, but I did change a few things here and there. I think it makes sense, but really, I'm too tired to care. The first stanza before the jump to get a taste and you can decide whether or not you want to read the whole thing.