The Devil

Subversive ideas dropped from your forked tongue
Impromptu rallies where grew your theatrical tirade
Indignation teased by quiet assertions
Into a harangue exciting my bigotry

Then up close in conversation
Your charismatic consideration
Held in thrall
Unchecked affection
To monopolise your attention

In your sun I should reflect your goodness
And take some measure of honour for myself

With what pain I win neglect
Suffering your whim stray to better prospects
Grief and shame
Condemned as suspect
Irreconcilable moral defect

My zeal for the cause and for your esteem
With reckless belligerence, turned murderous

After the event your deceit betrayed
Self-aggrandisement couched in noble disinterest
You prey on the witless and on the conceited
I recoil with disgust arraigned by my vanity



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Writer(s): Paul O'brien
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