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My Devil
Justin W. Grover
My devil wears black heels and a short skirt
My devil covets possession and vanity
My devil crouches dark eyed in the jungle
Underneath the moon cut like a sickle
She speaks so firmly of a love so fickle
Whispering into my ear to ease my fear
But her dusty skeletons are always near
Hanging from the closet
And old oak tree
My devil turns promises into thinly veiled lies
My devil spins yarns and weaves a bit too thick
My devil fades as an apparition into the night
It took a lot of whiskey to make my bed
When all my brains had gone to my head
Just as the sun starts to rise over the pines
And I'm trying to straighten out my spine
It all washes over
Sober and free
Justin W. Grover has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Justin W.'s terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Justin W.'s latest works: