Satan on the shitter
I was 5 or 6
We were driving to visit family on an otherwise deserted highway
Mom called me up front
To show me that the back of the semi we were following was a giant painting of the devil sitting on a toilet
And we all laughed
Until darkness fell – with a fog so thick that we couldn’t see anything at all
Except his fiery red eyes
And we had no choice but to follow them
To safety or oblivion
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Wow you can’t make this s*#! up! I wasn’t sure what to expect from title! Like it!
I had the slides Mom took of the event for years
Incredible owm! Great premise and follow-through. I look forward to reading more of your poems.
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