The Devil’s Best

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

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