The devil only comes in three
Three shouts of decree
Three cunts to press you nervous
Three cocks to compel you jealous
Three lies to build a throne
Three truths to cast off and disown
Three tears to bind you
And three laughs to unfold you
The devil is on his way
But with all these distractions
You'll never know the day
9/23/13
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
