Half Pint Of Satan Poem by John Lyday

Half Pint Of Satan



Half pint of Jack Daniels and diet coke.
Piece de resistance and a half a smoke.
Going to heaven or going to hell.
Is that brimstone, what’s that smell?

Weather is muggy with a little rain,
sitting in underwear, a little sane.
Lucidity appears in insipid trail.
Got a pill for that, came in the mail.

Silence is golden but tonight it’s grey.
Don’t know if it’s to God or Satan I pray.
Sitting in an armchair, playing a game.
Can God curse when he’s to blame?

11/14/09

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