Else The Devil Would Have Eaten Him Poem by Mark Heathcote

Indeed, god is walking in his shoes today
his shoulders look like flying buttress
his gaze as solemn as a bullet's ricochet
but joyful as a cat with cutlass claws
he is a bounder that won't take any nonsense 
he is an evil fiend let's-say-it plain
he lives by his wits, knocking on prison doors 
he'll sell you dishwater like it were champagne
and leads your daughters astray to a foreign terrain.

Indeed, god is walking in his shoes today-
else the devil would have eaten him for breakfast 
and spread him out like thick-cut marmalade.
He wears all the best sports clothing brands
that money can buy. He doesn't have plans for the future.
But knows that one day, even he will eventually die.
He aims to sleaze his way into your heart and mind.
And when he is finished, washed up, completely- 
he'll say, it was you, Lord, that led him awry into the dark.