Here’s an old poem of mine that needs to be posted today
The Devil’s Games
Most of us have flirted,
caught a whiff of his cologne,
maybe even dwelling in his gardens for a spell
But the devil, he’s tricky,
and his potions are tempting.
The higher you fly the closer you come to hell.
Oh my dear friend,
you understand my protest
when I found you sleeping in the devil’s bed
For although I miss his kiss
I ran away
because I feared the place to where it led.
Oh my old friend,
I thought you knew
he charges a fee to sit on his lap.
When you have no more
he makes you his whore.
Oh darling, I though you knew of the trap.
You’re too naive
to think that you are strong enough
you could beat him at his own game.
He suffocates you with poison
He shits into your veins.
You fly, you scream, you stumble
and then, the devil has you tamed