SCOTT'S SELECTED POETRY & PROSE
Saturday, June 20, 2009
AND GOD HAS TURNED AWAY
I hope she sees Mephistopholes
Who is coming from up my way, by early March, or late in May.
I watched you sneeze and sip teas with Mephistopholes,
And "Bless You!" did I say.
And on the seventh day was Satan's reign, and God has turned away.
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