Bitter Greetings

Unabashed I stare at the Devil
Standing there in his Seersucker suit
Vermillion hand in tote
Scattering apples everywhere
In the ashes of gardens long since smote

Stay 'woke'
In these dark times
Though I oft led them astray
Pimped and turned them out
I'd sell your soul before I dare trade mine

Many pacts but a gift of time
Stay away and stay awhile
Bitter pills for the dead to peddle
Sadism a veterans high

In the grassy narrows where it coils...