Saturday, March 28, 2009

Song



When I was five,

The devil came for me

But I was wise--

I knew

He wasn't who he claimed to be

I knew

He wasn't related to me

So, like any frustrated male,

He swore out a special hatred

And stayed on my trail

Like a bloodhound

And cursed the ground

I walked on.


When I was eighteen,

The devil came for me

But I said, "la la la la I can't hear you

You can come around and come again

But as long as they keep making gin

I won't fear you"

But I should have.


Oh Mama, Mama,

Why can't you hear your girl cry?

Down at the end of the hall

My Mama fine and tall

Why don't you throw your bible at the devil, instead of leaving me alone in the night?


When I am lonely,

That's when the devil comes for me

It's like clockwork, automatic

He comes down from the attic

And then I feel five again

But I'm stubborn,

So stubborn,

I spit in his big red eye

So, like any insulted male,

He holds back a special evil,

Drops it in the mail,

And promises me

Delivery when I least expect it.


Oh Mama, Mama,

Why can't you hear your girl cry?

Down at the end of the hall

My Mama fine and tall

Why don't you throw your bible at the devil, instead of leaving me alone in the night?


9 comments:

Riot Kitty said...

That is sad! Beautiful as always, though.

T said...

Oh very very sad and heartbreaking.

Again with such few words, you express them well.

Mama Zen said...

This is heartbreaking.

Pouty Lips said...

Why don't you throw your bible at the devil, instead of leaving me alone in the night?
I'm sure she wasn't cleaning the vestibules at the church.

Jannie Funster said...

Are you sure you're from this planet? :)

Writing don't usually get this good.

In humans.

K said...

ooh - I really like Pouty lips comment. I hadn't thought of that.

This one is a little scary.

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, Twin!

Thank you, T. I do try to be as concise as possible. I never saw the sense in taking a thousand words to say what fifty will do better. I am a poet for the short attention span era, and proud of it!

Mama Zen and Pouty, thanks as always. :-)

K, it WAS scary. That's why I'm writing about it, lo these many years later. :-(

Ha, Jannie, thanks. I love that comment, whether I deserve it or no. :-)

Rob said...

So sad... I think that it is beautiful though. keep writing.

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Zerilda The Superfluous Blogger said...

i'm going to have to find new and innovative ways of saying how awesome your verses are. right now, i only know about three ways. i will get the gnomes i have enslaved to stop working on the device i'm making them build, and start working on a long list for me to use.

i am always partial to poetry that includes mention of the devil.