The Devil’s Best
So many stories I’ve heard… About the wild side of her
From every guy she dated… And then manipulated
But a woman with those tools… Could take me to school
Now I believe every word… Of everything I’ve ever heard
She took all my money… Turned my mother against me
She more than castrated me… Put me in psychotherapy
Now I need replacement love… To forget all her sick stuff
I don’t want a churchgoer… I want a sex flamethrower
I feel ashamed and abused… I’m so lost and confused
Maybe I should die… Hell… Maybe she should die
Now I’m friends with her ex’s… We meet Mondays to confess
How we were blinded by sex… By the devil’s best
You know it’s nothing new… Addicts forming support groups
We admit we do it again… Just to feel that kind of sin
A Body Fordged In Hell –
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
