The Devil Went Down...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

He's dancing a jaunty little jig!

The Devil went down on--err--to Washington, the city not the state,

Found his perfect meat puppets who were both filled with hate


“Donny and Mitch on T. V.; about five years old to you and me”

Lobbing verbal shells at point blank range; tis a beautiful thing to see


One side of far extremes verses the other in a battle for control

Of a soulless party: trying to end the other and leaving just a hole;


A smoking crater where its direction and beliefs used to reside,

The Republican Party; where bullshit and lies collide


Their journey to insane began with the dawn of The Don

When they started to worship a false god at the alter of a con


His hold over them as inexplicable as his rise to power

Only lately the food he offered turned from sweet to sour


Their engorged bellies started to roil with realized disgust,

And started an internal war, each side driven buy power-lust


And the Devil rejoiced, they were both playing into his hands

And danced a jig, they each were carrying out his commands


Submitted: February 18, 2021

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Penny Scribe

Wonderfully written, Mike. This, in my opinion, is one of your best. It rolled off the tongue, making you smile at the same time. Wouldn't it be nice if they cancelled each other out?

Thu, February 18th, 2021 7:11pm


That's the wreckage--err--hope I cling to; thanks, Penny

Thu, February 18th, 2021 12:03pm

88 fingers

They are eating their own. It's a bitter taste, but they brought it on themselves.

Fri, February 19th, 2021 1:06am


Excellent, Mike.

Fri, February 19th, 2021 8:46pm


Thank you, Hull

Fri, February 19th, 2021 2:13pm

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