How often do you think
a Devil doth lie
and greet you as an angel
just to squeeze into
a soulful pantie
and twist it awful wedgie tight
whilst you holla righteous holy purpose

and how many once courteous
are now finished broken
at the hands of a monster
so belligerent and coy
it's forlorn to tell the difference

it happens so often
by earthen hands
whose aren't so always kniving dastardly
thieving
as monsters proposing as angels
that it must
though you'd never know for sure