Devil

That devil my son, he’s a mean one,

been leaving his slimy fingerprints

all over the place.

You see him in the news my brother,

happy beating on another

leaving wounds both seen

and unseen.

He’s slippery when he’s working

guess that’s why he was a snake

those can shed their skin

and become something else.

So he’s standing in an alleyway

tonight he’s just a mugger

and he might take from her

more than a pretty dollar.

And now he’s killing other folks

’cause they don’t think the way he does

he’s making ghosts of unlucky ones

in the wrong place and time.

And he’s glaring on the playground

looking for a bite to eat

and he finds a skinny morsel

he can beat.

And he’s mad with drunken power

and his day was pretty sour

and he’s using fists upon

her lovely face.

And he’s spitting out the words

spite flung off the tongue

because he caught him crying

which means that he’s a fag.

The devil ain’t no single thing

he’s anger turned to entity

he’s hatred turned dark deity

he’s biding time, I’m saying

just waiting for the day when

you decide it’s time to quit

and let him take

control.