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The devil comes to us in many forms ...

Conformity was his middle name.

Complete with capped teeth.

A porcelain parasite with no parachute.

Finished off with a vehement veneer.

A crass comedian of coffin nails.

Pants hiked up mile high and mouth spewing lies like a crater on Kilamanjaro.

Hair slicked like an Exxon oil spill.

A smooth-talking prince of polyester.

A double-daring demon of diarrhea.

A laughable, lying linguist in a leisure suit.

His collar wide like a two-lane highway.

Throwback to a disco devil.

Methodical and moustached like a part-time porn star.

Hiding the whites of his eyes behind foggy Foster Grants.

Cooing like a smooth talking pigeon.

Coo-coo-ca-chooing like Mrs. Robinson.

Slimy as a walrus.

Armed with tunneling tusks.

A solicitor of sarcastic sin.

Nothing but a harbinger of haphazardness.

A diabolical, demented disc jockey of jargon and jibberish.

A juggling joker in a devious deck aiming for your jugular.

His lurid bait dangling in front of you like a pugnacious past participle.

A rogue Rachael Ray with a recipe.

Overrunning like an outdated wastewater treatment plant.

Promising the moon over a maniacal manse.

A fanatical facade of fabrication.

Delivering only detrimental destitution.

Firing at you with both barrels blazing.

Striking the very core of you like a ballistic belly-button buster.

A sacrilegious scud missile from the stratosphere.

His words making mincemeat of you.

The postman always does it twice to deliver what's desired.

Beware who's knocking to tell you that ...

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Author's Note

"If you take this life to be simply what old religious folks pretend (I mean the effete, gone to seed in a drought, mere human galls stung by the devil once), then all your joy and serenity is reduced to grinning and bearing it. The fact is, you have got to take the world on your shoulders like Atlas, and "put along" with it. You will do this for an idea's sake, and your success will be in proportion to your devotion to ideas. It may make your back ache occasionally, but you will have the satisfaction of hanging it or twirling it to suit yourself." - Thoreau

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your alliteration is always banging, but this time it's off the charts. Not even the slightest sacrifice of meaning as you select your outlandish descriptives in twin & triplet take-offs. I was face-slapped with recurring smiles, especially during the first stanza as each flippant reference dawns, delivering some vintage recollection. As your poems often do, this one seems to build in intensity as the second stanza carries on (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Pete]

Lol. this one spring-loaded for sure. you know i love those double axels and triple lindys. thank you barleygirl! you're too much ... :)

[andrew mitchell]

LMao you are the master of verse and sardonic one liners Pete. Very well done, shaking head with a smile

[Pete]

don't know about that andrew. my head shakes back and forth whilst i smile reading your pennings. a race to sarcasm perhaps. thank you.

[Kelly Scheppers]

"Cooing like a smooth talking pigeon.
Coo-coo-ca-chooing like Mrs. Robinson."

You are an impressive writer, Pete...and it bears repeating!

[Pete]

thank you Kelly. your friendship & encouragement here in the Cafe is invaluable. :)