To the radio I sing
in the car, loud, proud Flat, sharp
mouth opened wide, hands beating time
To my left a Ranger Rover driver sneers
as I sing louder, “Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name,
oh yeah But what’s confusing you Is just the nature of my game”
I look in her direction and wonder
if she were the devil would I have sympathy?
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What a great turn this poem takes!
Have you read The Master and Margarita. Reading it now. There’s a character in it who is the devil in disguise.
Louise, I can just imagine this! I agree with Tom – great clincher!