Ted Sheridan

The Devil Is In The Details - Poem by Ted Sheridan

Never bet against self righteous perversions
winning another round in your eternal struggle
between good and evil.
They never disappear for good; these demonic shackles
will bind you just when your mouth claims them gone,
and then you’re caught with your pants down around your ankles.
Alcohol or drugs, sex or violence
Little school girls with white panties,
or glory holes in a bathroom bay
You can go to church, opening your bibles to pray
Evil has a way of knowing
when we are at our weakest point
And then it hits you with the fine print in your contract
When you swore you would do anything if only…
You could have your way…

2008 © T Sheridan

Comments about The Devil Is In The Details by Ted Sheridan

  • (4/9/2008 7:16:00 AM)

    I found a gem!
    Great work that surprises with an ambience of effortless writing.

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  • (3/29/2008 6:00:00 PM)

    There is a homely aspect (In fact almost Moaist[his Red Book Period, of course]) to much of your work. You pull lines together so well, I can almost imagine you grasping them out of thin air, as if they were straws, and weaving them into poetry. This is a prize example. It is difficult to state 'best/worst' with you because you are consistent. (Report) Reply

  • (3/29/2008 3:32:00 PM)

    Reminds me of Paddy frantically seeking a park so he could attend an important meeting - says Dear Lord I'll never miss church again ever & I'll give up the Jameison if you'll only find me a car park. And miraculously one appears. He says, not missing a beat, Ah, Lord - never mind, I've found one me-self!

    I think we manufacture our dispositions to fail out of perversions of faith. Rgds, Ivan
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  • (3/29/2008 1:20:00 PM)

    The fine print of your contract. Brilliant line. Reminds me of when I was a wee one and I used to do things like, pray to the god I wasn't too sure about that if only s/he would do XYZ then I would return the favour.
    I guess god's favours were done with a little more largesse than my own. t x
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2008

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