Side line

I do write poetry and songs for certain of my characters. I used to write lyrics and poems for my loving husband. A long gone friend said that poetry was emotional vomit. I have to agree. This one is called Devil’s Lament. It’s from the book Wired For Sound.

Devil’s Lament

Man on a street corner, selling his wares.
Nobody looks, nobody dares.
A mother asks, “man what you doing here?”
You’re hurtin the babies I bear.

There’s not enough hate, not enough dying,
But, it’s not for my lack of trying.
Have some more greed.
Take this it’s just what you need.

Fire in his eye, greed in his heart
Killin and horror his kind of art.
A mother asks, “man what you doing here?”
You’re hurtin the babies I bear.

Come on, come on, have a little more,
You’ll like this for sure.
Come on, come on in the door.

There’s not enough hate, not enough dying,
But, it’s not for my lack of trying.
Have some more greed.
Take this it’s just what you need.

He’s sitting there counting his stack,
And puttin little bags in a sack
A mother asks, “man what you doing here?”
You’re hurtin the babies I bear.

There’s not enough hate, not enough dying,
But, it’s not for my lack of trying.
Have some more greed.
Take this it’s just what you need.

Hatcher Pass

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