10 Nov 2016 – Sonnet
Most of us are ill-equipped for Evil,
at least the high-test, great-damnation kind.
Most are mediocre, nasty weevils,
petty crooks, and self-indulgent swine.
Power is surest road to greatness,
you’ll never make the majors as a punk.
To get in line for Satan’s sweet caress,
takes big ideas, and lots of red blood drunk!
Up at bat, another loathsome bastard!
Who says a little hate won’t take you far?
Another premixed nightmare. True disaster
just an oath away, and then he’s czar!
And then – the serpent shows his dripping fangs.
The birth of Evil, world convulsed with pangs.