A Date With The Devil Poem by I AM THAT MOUSE

sitting on street bench, between satan and his high school sweetheart pondering the incongruousness of the lovers peering at eachother behind my back.

the prince of darkness is hiding his passion but i can see his red cheeks showing a hint of blush, and hers the same. how sickening that he finds love and the closest i've come is sitting between him and his princess.

i don't know love. i know what's like to date, to have sex, to go out for the evening, but i don't know what it's like to have breakfast with him in the morning. i don't know what its like to know love and to be loved.

what i once thought was deep couldn't have been more shallow. his wasted words were just things i hung on to in hopes they had a hidden meaning, it was more like a hidden agenda.

and here i sit on this park bench cursing the God who gave lucifer love. maybe it should cupid i have my beef with but either way, the devil has his due and i am still waiting to put my name on the list.

maybe i'll just kill his queen and take satan home tonight...he couldn't be any worse than the last one.