The Satanists

Behind discrete suburban blinds       
the satanists conspire        
to kidnap kiddywillies        
and roast them on the fire        
          
They're everywhere and nowhere        
and no-one knows their names        
they play croquet with the Devil        
and other wicked games        
          
The satanists sup brimstone        
throw parties on the lawn        
prance naked in the moonlight        
when normal guests have gone    
     
In cemetery corners  
they scratch evil pentagrams    
scrawling crusty ghouls and goblins    
or a skull to keep them damned    
     
The satanists boil bones    
and like a spell their cooking lingers    
they garnish them with groans    
or the tips of dead men's fingers    
     
Their cunning knows no bounds   
when the Devil's work they do    
stealing bibles from motel rooms    
and smearing them with poo        
          
They look like you or me        
so it's hard to flush them out        
but upon the stroke of midnight        
their noses turn to snouts        
          
Huge hands become sharp claws        
great feet grow into hooves        
and after heavy snowfall        
their spoor lies over rooves        
          
But the Devil watches closely        
in case they are attacked       
poking broomsticks up their bottoms        
to sweep away the tracks