I scoot as I scatter
and toss all around,
I break and I batter
so miscues abound,
I dim and I damper
demeanors so sweet,
I hurt and I hamper
those fast on their feet,
I frisk and I frazzle
each honest days' work,
I blunt and bedazzle
the judge and the clerk,
I grin as I garrot
as your failure unfolds,
I crack like a parrot
as frustration explodes.
So, have you figured me out-
the end sting of my tale?
Not bedevil, but D E V I L !
and I'm in the details!
( Ah, yes, it's me! Ha Ha Hee Hee!)
( I love to turn you red..like ME!)
I came home early and there you were
Looking so good must be a sin
This gnawing hunger I have for you
Is something I can't hold within
If I'm really being truthful you're
Far from the first and not the last
We all have vivid memories
There were some like you in my past
Now I can't seem to stop myself
Bedevil me and I start to break
Tomorrow I will have regret
Tonight it's about you..raspberry cheesecake!
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Rumours and chaos, cities made a battle ground
Killing innocent ones, with a bedevil mind around
Why not we unite to eradicate corruption in minds
Bedevil the politics beholders and their devilish kinds
Times is raising an alarm for education to decide
To go for right or still let the world wear piteous sight
Poets and artists create to listen the deep said words
What will eternally reside will be stories of true swords
Bedevil each devil who pretends Holy wearing white
Let our souls rule wake up to enlighten with blissful light!
The devil stared at me in hell as i came in
And i heard belch out right
"Come in lad for a pot of blood."
I shrugged my shoulders and sadly said:
"Sir Devil, i am here to pay for all my crimes."
He rang his hands and grumbled out loud:
"i know, i know! Feast a while and soon we shall come to that."
"but," is said." god will not be happy if i were instead made to enjoy hell."
The devil stared at me and smiled:
"Hell is my home and god has no say."
He gave me a mug of blood which i drank and quenched my thirst.
"Home is hell, hospitable." he said chewing a human head.
I was afraid but ate for, “home is hell, hospitable."
Soon as i was through, he called me to him and said;
"Now is the time for feast......."
And he plucked away my arm for a hearty meal..
Oh the devil...bedevil....a cunning bastard.
I merely watched to quench my fears before
And watch him taste the blood,
Before he went for my tender heart
This is a tale
About three men now in jail
Who fell under the spell
Of a vixen who played them well.
She plays men as the fool
Getting them to do what she wants them to
All the time remaining cool
She has an unlimited resource pool.
She entices them with sex
Putting them under her hex
Then puts them to the test
Having them put a spouse to rest.
Insurance is her gain
Without suffering any pain
To her it’s just a game
She plots again to do the same.
When once again she’s wed
And a new policy is fed
She takes a lover to her bed
And puts murder in his head.
Somehow every time
She stays clear of the crime
And on the lover drops the dime
Getting another spouse in line.
About this there is no question
Hell is her destination
I’ll put it on the level
This lady can bedevil.
Beware of being bedeviled
Every day and night
Devil takes various forms
Every now and then
Voyaging thru the sky
In myriad colours
Looking for his next victim
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