The Devil is Kinda Busy...Ever since old Prince Lucy,The Devil is Kinda Busy...6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
decided to rule in the Inferno,
rather than serve in Heaven
(at least according to Milton)-
I say he's never had
so much as a
moment to himself.
Nine entire circles he's gotta watch,
as well as eternally chewing on Brutus, Cassius & Judas,
'cause he sure as shit can't trust the stewardship,
of any other demon in Hell.
And he's also gotta find time to tempt everyone,
and to trick them out of their souls, of course-
though I've never quite understood,
just what he needs all those souls for.
Not to mention finding work,
for at least three billion pairs
of idle hands every day,
and that people continue
to believe fantastical tales,
and never let boring truth,
get in their way.
And pats on the back,
for those, who preach 'God' all holier than thou,
but only a version of God
that they happen to like-
they'd never believe
that Lucifer already owns their souls,
and that he'll leisurely collect them,
when he has the time.
And he's so incredibly concerne
GuardiansA question to the GuardiansGuardians4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
who strutted on DA's stage, once
upon a time, to play their fantasy,
a kind of half-assed, tarnished chivalry
that gave them self-esteem apparently
(woeful, their need of help---psychiatry).
Equivalent of grade-school, playground snitches,
these sons and daughters of the double pitches
(no, I mean standards). Not long since imploded,
their group; the memory should not be eroded,
but kept at arm's length, not in part, but wholly---
early examples of the Cyber Bully
hiding behind altruism. Like glitches
in software, and like grade school, playground snitches
(I say again), age withers, custom stales
their dubious legacy as they tuck tails
into their twisted panties, by time scattered.
Except as clowns, they really have not mattered.
And whom they think they banished
(except one, lost to death) have never vanished.
The question, then, to them: what have you achieved,
except the play acts of the self deceived?
maybe I really won't make ithow can I go on without going on and on? I'm going long throwing yawns gone with brawn that bombs king kongs and moms at vons with bongs so strong their drawn to songs in marathons of eons haunted beyond the great wrong wanted bronze neon dawn to spawn fawning nuance a blonde that haunts a new wantmaybe I really won't make it5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are blatant imitations of forsaken patience push past the basement of baseness and make some changes become the famous ace of aces I'm going places I'm growing tasteless with the haste new taste replaces with new places and new faces their all faceless it's so dangerous it's heinous but the death is painless when every breath is shameless with strains of stress to remain the best and rename the guest and reclaim your mess retained so fresh untamed and west oh yes