When I heard Satan speak
I recognised all the words.
They were the same
As those used by men and boys
And women and girls.
He sounded like a footballer
Who had muffed a kick.
He mimicked a drunk
Mugged by a poker machine.
He copied
Angry drivers,
Talentless actors,
Witless comedians,
And my own inner thoughts.
In short, he spoke our language.
1 comment:
Pretty cool poem.
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