satan satan satan

this might come as a shock but I can speak
for myself if I must expend mind
muscles in search of words that in a crunch
come closest to the feeling that is

simply the truest. But I can say
this for certain: neither Madonna
nor Lee Greenwood have ever received
a single solitary copper crumb from

this poor poet’s threadbare piggybank.
Hey but why worry when capital C
Creatives have come to write for our
salvation – note the proper noun miter

accessory – and slime from sunshine
namesake assignments offer counsel.
Can’t believe it has come to this wee urge
to scrawl and shout Hail Satan, Hail Satan.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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