Star Of The Devil Poem by chris bowen

weeble wobble.call.the devil saw the all.a mall builds case filled of lucid dreams.the devil seems, so many thing's insinuate.the devils gate.a mate on a ship, skip, the whipper will pimps.he hints the ride might die.everynight, he confides.'whipper will, 'whipper will.'i love him still the devil, he plays ghost and fellows.the mellow pounding sound of the scrub of the south.whipper will, whipper will, you cannot kill.