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Tilting at Satan
by Steve MichaelsI turned for one moment
then looked back
the world tilted left
as the earth cracked
and voluminous black smoke
poured out in loaves
with a fiery beastly yell
Lucifer rose...
I regarded him coolly
refusing to cower
(fact, the fucker stinks
could use a cold shower)
he gnashed his teeth
and shook his tri-tip spear
minced on his hooves (just
a little bit "queer.")
"Why are you here," I asked
guarding my brew
"I came to see if the world
had grown tired of you. I've got
plenty of room in my underworld
for a sickass drunken bastard
whose flag has unfurled."
I considered the meaning of his
little proposal, popped another
pop top and gave him the usual
smirk, snort shrug and waved him
back down
"You might be ready for me buddy
but I ain't through with this town."
02/14/2012 Posted on 02/15/2012
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/16/12 at 02:40 PM LOL!....glad you got my attention,Steve.....this was definately worth the read. If any should be on that top ten thingy, this is it! Excellent....(in fact, this would make a fun song to put to tune....) |
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