Last Night

Last Night Last night I met the devil and I really must confess. The devil looks a lot like you, he wears a cocktail dress. His laugh was like a symphony he looked me in the eyes. He said the things you used to say like I just can't tell lies. He smiled like an angel every hair was in its place. For a moment in the soft moonlight I swear I saw your face. He told about great things he's done, he wanted me to see. Past the things that people say to who he claimed to be. He laughed at all the jokes I told and asked me to tell more. Something told me deep inside he heard them all before. Pretending to be someone else I finally saw right through. Last night I met the devil as he pretended to be you. Edwin C Hofert