- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dance with the Devil
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I dance with devil in the furtive jungles of Southeast Asia.
Along the river Makong
I reeled and jigged to the howling tune of the blazing 50 cals.
I piped the tune
I danced with the devil
I danced with the devil in sweet smelling fields of South America
To stop the drug crazed waste of the world's youth
I piped the tune with fire and sword
I danced with the devil
I danced with the devil in the garden of Ala
To save the user barons oil
I piped the tune with lighting from the skies
I danced with the devil
I dance with the devil no more
My feet and sprit spent
No more will I pipe the tune
No more will I dance with the devil
The insane Master of the Dance calls for another set
With flame and fire
The piper is paid with the lives of the innocent
Must I dance with the devil again?
