The Devil Wears High Heels Poem by Gert Strydom

The devil wears high heels
and nobody will be able,
to convince me differently.

As a joke I heard a girl say:
she’s evil,
but there was truth to it.

I saw the colour change in her eyes
and heard her voice rise a pitch or two:
Excuses, excuses get the job done yesterday
were the instructions for today.

Some frickings slipped out
as the day ran on
and I heard an O Christ or two
and I want to misuse you,

was part of the normal speech
as if the basic conditions of employment act
is totally null and void.

To receive two days work an hour
before closing time
that she wants at the end of the day
must be a joke,

but the devil wears high heels
and I saw it
in a pinstripe woman’s suit
trying to do a man’s job
and decency and integrity
was long gone
and every thing turned around
the self, the ego and here and now

and with those that kissed her feet
she was nice and sweet
and with the rest
the devil wears high heels.