A Turgid and Impenetrable Poem about Mephistopheles

Well...er.... um, I can't think of anything to rhyme.
I was going to wax lyrical about crime.
About how it's always related to a life of grime.
And how people are justified when they haven't got a dime.
But I can't say what I really think...
So I'll just stay at home, burp and mime.
We're running, running, running.
Running out of time.