The Devil is Dealt –
So, I say.
Let the Devil show his face
I know him well but it doesn’t
mean we are friends.
He doesn’t watch my house when
I am on vacation, or babysit
my kids.
Sure, we share a drink and a laugh
about that crazy neighbor down
the street.
But he’s not my buddy.
He can be a little needy at times
ya know.
Always in my face as I go to get
the mail and wanting to talk,
looking at me over the fence,
wanting to borrow my weed-wacker
and never returning it.
But I tolerate him,
I guess I feel sorry for him.
He has no family to speak of, I see no friends
come to visit.
He just sits on the porch and mumbles
to himself late at night
smoking that damn cigar.
I guess I see a little myself in him
but it’s time to cut him
off.
Else he’ll just keep coming
around more often.
by Philip Wardlow 2014