When The Devil Knocks At Your Door Poem by Kevin Patrick

When the devils knocks at your door
Don’t be afraid of the lion’s den
He doesn’t come with bluster,
and blundering pugilistic testosterone
Instead he emanates a grace of a car salesman
and radiates the smile of a microwave oven
Raising the danger of his well-manicured hand
And with Hip Hop confidence says he's your friend
Promising you the follies of pipe smoke dreams
in the chestnut of nectar and remote park of toys
Blazing pin stripe flavors on glitzy silver platters
Authoring virgin chastity’s to triumph over
With timeshares in equity to paradise rises
So you can practice your swing in the land of milk and honey
Where the minimum age is never retired
And you Sing homilies with the notes of wristwatches
Pitch perfect check like the sound of a jet
Speeding off the highway to the haze of 7th heaven
That you have surrendered without apprehension
To the questionable path in your Faustian friendship
And which you must face when the party is over
For the devil comes with a handshake and a pledge
And one day you’ll find out the price of his lunch