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The Devil Writes Poetry Exploding on the scene, like a wrestler on Friday Night Smack Down, he commands the attention of every flunky who frequents the place, with one extreme distinction. This part is not scripted. No, I am certain he’s been told to stay behind the curtain. Not time to show his face… Must be an unforeseen flaw in the system. His regime is not supreme! Stringy brown hair, not blond or blue eyed, so how can he claim same origin as the race he deems superior? Yet, look how they line up behind him and pretend dog is dove. I sense something strange is lurking above. Did you not just see that? Oh god, I think they are growing too old, blind or drugged to discern the inherent difference between a beak and pug. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-01-22 16:46:57
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.86364
Love the title poet and it certainly does draw one near.....you have put together a really good read with lots of images projected along the way. Could not stop laughing in your closing lines........well done with no suggestions as it stands alone.....thanks for posting. God Bless, Claire