What do I share with angels?
What do I have in common with devils?
Do I sit on cumulus white clouds?
Do I bathe in lava-hot infernos?
Do I play 'Watching the Wheat' on a harp?
Do I have a trident for a tail?
What do I share with devils?
What do I have in common with angels?
Do I have white feathery wings?
Do I have red flaming goat horns?
Do I have a sense of injustice corrected?
Or do I feel the world owes me a living?
Do I have a home of fully paid-up swatters?
No, I have nothing in common with angels
And nothing in common with devils
We're just closely related distant cousins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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