I’ve met the Devil plenty of times
He’s a man with a drink in his hand, asking for mine
He’ll buy me a drink and drop a few dimes
But in the end, he’s just another waste of my time
I’ve seen the Devil at close range
I feel his eyes on me; he looks at me strange
When I hesitate to perform his every wish
(Whether or not I know what his wish is)
At first I make him happier than he’s ever felt before
Until I leave his heart panting on the floor
I survive with him til I remember how much I’d thrive without him
Like anesthesia, my amnesia wears off eventually
And when it does it’s like I wake up in the middle of surgery
Open heart in a bloody mess, I struggle to pick myself up and get dressed
Headed for the horizon, under duress, yet determined and strong, I sing my single song
Until I meet my sacred Devil again
And he gives me another chance to burn, another opportunity to learn
How many times must I learn how to get out of a toxic relationship?
Please, let this be the last time
The key lies in prevention, so I laid down a one simple rule:
Never be alone with a man behind closed doors, especially when alcohol is involved
The Devil likes to dance naked with me
His dick points at me like a compass needle
And I’m due-North, though I’d like to head South
His dick feels like a poison mushroom in my mouth
I want to spit it out, and shout:
Devil be gone- we’ve been dancing too long!
My feet hurt and they’re caked with dirt
Haven’t we made each other suffer enough?
Surely, your attachment to me feels rough
When I rip myself away
I’ve ripped myself away from the Devil
Plenty and plenty of times
I hope that I can quit him for life
You are my witness by reading this rhyme
Sage Burner Poetry 