All my life I have tried to outrun the devil.
He is always a step ahead, waiting around the next corner
To make sure I don’t miss my next hell-raising event.
One of these days, I hope he trips over his own tail
Landing on that fork he carries.
Then I can get my life back…
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I wrote a poem sometime back, can’t remember the title but a line read
‘the pitched fork-man alert on guard’
‘in torment and witless woe’…that’s all I can remember but it seems we need the pitched fork-man to execute his torment on himself
Why not? why should he evade all the pain and suffering…
Pain boomerang…I don’t see why
Ahh, don’t we all wish for that. But truth be told we need the threat of he could be around the next proverbial corner … of only to keep us on our toes. Just… sometimes, some of us see him/her with far more frequency than most which frankly is unfair! Your poem captured that perfectly. 😮
Thanks, Ellen… and you could be right about needing him, just a little…
Xx
Great poem. I love it
So glad!
This is interesting, Anita.
He is given many names, but always around somewhere…
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