Got a date with the devil
He said, “Honey, let’s level.
You’re always acting so smart
Though we’re not that far apart.
Can’t you see your cheating heart?”
The devil called my name thrice
Said, “My dear, you’re not so nice
I’ve been waiting four hours . . .
He e’en thought to bring flowers.
I should’ve used my powers.”
His horns were invisible
His spirit . . . invincible
A handsome, fallen angel
Who always has an angle
Did a two-step tango
Got a date with the devil
At my home . . . we will revel
Turned him away at the door
Never wicked . . . we were poor
He will bother me no more
I dipped his horns in concrete
Then tied weights to his hoofed feet
On a boat . . . fell from the bow
To his voice I am deaf now
Let light come forth . . . take a bow.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h