The devil I know is chopping 
rails of blow at the kitchen table.
 
The devil I don’t is sitting in
the driveway, revving his engine.
 
The devil in the details is texting
a girl he says is a sure thing.
 
The devil in the deep blue sea just 
threw her top out onto the beach.
 
The hands of the devil down the hall 
are just itching for something to do.
 
Eeny.meeny.miny.moe.