Least Read Poems About the Devil

I’m living for giving
the Devil his due” ~ B.O.C.


How I have truly tried
to deny this darkest side
banishing it into the night
bury it deep in the write

Where words I cannot say
don costumes for this play
walk in a drunken swagger
concealing another dagger

Even Lady MacBeth’s spot
deserved what it finally got
a little poetic flood
of the old man’s blood

While these marching trees
whisper poetry on the breeze
try again to explain
all these things to the Thane ...

Two kinds of people inhabit the earth, and they have two different fathers.
The father of one kind is God, and the father of the other kind is Satan.

How can we know whose father is God and whose father is Satan?
The speech and actions of a person clearly reveal who his or her father is.

Those who are under the influence of Satan hurl abuse and insult at others,
But the words of those who accept the counsel of God give comfort.

The oppressive ruling class and their militaries are the people of Satan.
The caring people of God have no...

180 barrels
A trendy couple fled a tourist resort and left behind 180 barrels of human waste; one wonders how they could accumulate that much shit; the pair fled to Guatemala, farms cocoa plants and lives on a diet of bananas. A woman called Meghan, makes it clear that she is also a Sussex, whatever that means, has a podcast, and tells us she is thrilled with her success interviewing other privileged women. We are pleased to read these inanities and think if the 180 barrels of crap have sprung a leakage
The local news is, a Ukrainian who fled when the Russian army came knocking on...

if you're looking for the old me
well I'm missing him too
the passion that helped me survive
added to the words that I wrote
some things go by in a moment
and they can never be replaced
at times I sit and wonder
was it all what it seemed?
maybe just the angst
of a frustrated kid