Jezebel's Spirit Poem by Randy McClave

She lied and she cheated
Loves of others became unseated,
Others then sadly and often claimed
Of them she was always ashamed.
She constantly engaged in immorality
Idolatry and hate were her marquee,
Her sins they were never repented
By others they were shown and lamented.
She always lived for turmoil and also drama
Of course she blamed everyone even her mama,
No one ever had it as bad as her
Unto the Devil she would daily confer.
She didn't care for the lives that she had destroyed
Goodness and honor and pride she would always avoid,
She couldn't be trusted even were she stood
All in all, she was just plain no good.
While others prayed and their oaths and vows kept
She just soundly slept,
The way she is the Bible will factually tell
She has the spirit of Jezebel.

Randy L. McClave