Devils Like to Lunch

Thursday!

Devils Like to Lunch.

I took over for my Devil.

I thought he needed a break too.

He'd grown weary with muttering on my shoulder.

And I needed a change of view.

I rolled eyes at my cherub.

Such a worrisome and worn out thing.
Must be run ragged whispering to such a Fool.

Much better just to hover and sing.

As an Imp in training, I'm a living Hell.

Slithering past the same old day.

Intent I'll end up that Crazy A*s Story They Still Tell.

Wouldn't dress it any other way.

Wild my world with my Devil on a break.

I'd not ever considered his sense of style.

Smooth the groove he's long been sauntering down.

Smoke trailing all along the mile.

My Cherub isn't much into all that Soul.

Too busy ignoring all the pleasant things.

Looks mildly put out about the way I tend to ponder.

Mind the tightened harp strings.

They're mine so Love is thumping on.

Adoration fine fuel for such a flame.

No reason we can't all take turns playing until fulfilled.

Anyway you cut it it's all the same.

While it's true my Devil knows my game,

My Cherub is nobody's Fool.

They trade off minding at my business with even hands.

Nobody's alone and them's the Rules.

So with my Devil in the background,

And my Cherub prancing on my mind,

I, a grinning Idiot newly untethered and unleashed,

Can't wait to see what flavor Day I'll find.