The Devil You Know
You Lost Your Nerve to the Devil You Serve
The Devil You Know
Sure as The Lord’s Prayer
Culminating in an “amen,”
Sisyphus always dies in the end
Starting the show all over again.
You painted by the numbers,
day after day.
Labored the last of the best years,
of your middling little life away.
Holding out hope since so long ago,
Dying in the arms of the devil you know.
The hands of time too quick.
The sands of time too slick.
Dying in the arms of the devil you know.
Sure as snow settles upon the scarecrow,
Today’s dry land's doomed to drown tomorrow.
Fair weather will give way to flash floods,
from some long-forgotten sorrow.
A castaway
in a sea of faces,
frostbitten & snow blind
in the warmest of places.
Holding out hope since so long ago,
Dying in the arms of the devil you know.
The hands of time too quick.
The sands of time too slick.
Dying in the arms of the devil you know.
Never changing the game
Only numbing the pain.
You lost your nerve to the devil you serve.
About the Creator
Chris Z
My opinion column garnered more reader responses than any other contributor in the paper's 40-year run. As a stand-up comic, I performed in 16 countries & 26 states. I've written 2 one-man shows, umpteen poems, songs, essays & chronologies.
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
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