Outlived

I sat by an angel with her feet trapped in
ice looking into my eyes she asked what
was my vice I gave here an answer
that in part was the truth
I love to write stories and poems

May I read what you’ve written she
says as the ice starts to melt in my
utter confusion I said what I felt
the bubble it got burst champagne then
spilled on to my paper as the
truth was distilled

People I had written are increasingly dead
some won’t consider leaving their
sanctum or bed others are telling
politicians what I said and the leaders
for votes will appear on x factor

The devil’s in our lives and I thought
it was good we aren’t the ones who
invented being rude so why does the
speaker of that house intrude is he going
to be the sole detractor

I want to give them some time only
then may we stride into the myths or prayers
beginnings to decide why we spend most
of our lives in the cold outside why doesn’t
our elected men see

Even though we’re more inclined
to take up drink there is still a part of
our minds that does in part think killers
and drug dealers have a life far to pink they
don’t even want to be free

And the rapist and child molester’s leer from
comfort and care most of us can’t afford to buy
what’s in there something’s wrong in their
blood cells or mind that they’d dare to rip
up the life of an innocent

So as I was speaking she didn’t interrupt
then a thought occurred then and there quite
abrupt should all of us and the likes of
her be corrupt would they then
have to start paying rent

No I said if I had my way I’m sure it would
stop as into fresh air on a rope they could
drop burn their copses then wipe the ash
with a mop and go on with the rest of our
allotted time to be here

Oh how i love the straight honest way that
you write as she spoke the ice round her feet did
ignite into flames setting my papered words
alight burning and taking diatribes from the fight
filling my heart with cold fear

Two horns then a great ugly head
appeared a long spiky tail from her
back then reared the devil himself has
my ending now neared but I never once
guessed what he’d say

Against all the odds you’ve figured it
out that I was in charge was never
in doubt politicians judges the rich
with their clout were in on the game
that was to end in a rout because
the poorest we moulded like clay

Even you fell for one of my many
disguises though don’t feel to bad it’s not
yet a crisis please let me introduce my
very own Isis she was the one who wrote
the final synopsis and you will understand
her without delay….