Doing Favors For The Devil Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

-Begin we will to listen.
To that voice inside.
Daring, direct and unafraid,
To critique.-

Pick up those feet.
Use them for stepping.
And not to shuffle along.
As if in agony.

Step to do,
Away from discouragement.
And disappointing choices made.
Run...
From doing favors,
For the devil.
And those who revel,
To acquaint themselves...
With evil relationships.
Offerings,
Of temporary satisfactions...
Can and often leave,
A lifetime of grief and misery.
And others met,
Prepare to share their despair.

What is it?
Quick to give you,
Free access to gloom.
What is this attraction,
That leaves you devoted...
To a hopelessness?
Who profits,
From this addicted affair...
That has you not caring?

Seeking sympathy to discover,
From another...
With their eyes,
Fixed upon the ground...
Is seldom found,
To come from one also lost.
Fooled and tricked.
Dismissing truth...
For a taste of devilment.
And the taste of it,
Will and can seduce.

-Begin to listen!
And not ignore that voice.
The one inside.
Daring to be direct and correct
When suggesting to recommend,
Doing favors for the devil...
Is a lifetime commitment,
Of seeking sympathy.
For allowing to shuffle.
Instead of using those feet,
Resisting...
Doing favors for the devil.
Who only has one purpose.
And that is...
Treating to sell easy,
The acceptance of deceit.
To defeat! -