> Sneaking It Past the Demon
> I live with a demon most terrible.
> She shits blood in the night.
> It drips up through the ceiling.
> Her eyes encircle her head, and she never sleeps.
> The first day I slipped it under my coat.
> The circlet of eyes never blinked, but she knew.
> The first week I tried mailing it,
> Rolling it in a rug, giving it a fake ID,
> But always she knew.
> I would have sold my soul.
> I bargained, but to no avail.
> She wanted it all.
> The pet store delivered a snake.
> "Bon appetit," said I,
> And later released the snake.
> She purged it.
> It isn't natural, you see:
> Demons were made before nature.
> 050203 Thu 1430-1545
> 050211 Fri 2000 stanzas
> Hey, a first for Boy Scout me: a poem about infidelity!
> (c) 2005 by Walter Bloch, all rights reserved.
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