Land of My Fathers Poetry Club

The Devil

The devil wares a short skirt
Suspenders and no bra
She hangs around
On a Saturday night
Down at Tony’s bar

She sits and stares at married men
Who are faithful to their wives
Then she flashes them
With her big blue eyes
Like a pair of knives

In no time they belong to her
Their heart and soul are hers
She’ll rid them like a stallion
Then in, she’ll dig her spurs
Discarded like an empty shell

Their hearts broken in two
They spend their lives in misery
Take care , or the next one
could be you

By Dennis T Baker


Last Modified on: 05-12-2018