Four writers for the price of one blog
I think I dream or hope I do –
The Devil holds me down.
Says he, “Welcome to my Carnival!
‘I knew you’d come around!’
I wear a top and mini-skirt.
‘Keep them on, my dear!
‘I only need your panties down
‘Now that I’ve got you here!’
The Devil, oh, the Devil’s skin
Is candy-apple red.
He pokes me with the tip of his tail.
‘I’ll teach your legs to spread!’
He pokes me here and pokes me there.
‘I won’t! I won’t!’ I say.
The Devil, oh, the Devil’s tricks!
Holy Fathers pray,
But there’s no prayer to save the girl
Who’s seen the Devil’s prick!
Between her legs to the tip of her tongue
The devil’s prick will go.
‘Tonight,’ says he, ‘tonight’s the show!
‘That’s all you need to know.’
He spreads my legs as wide as they’ll go
And hoists me with a spell.
The Devil cries, ‘Come one! Come all! –
‘Ring a girl’s bell!’
‘A boy! A boy!’ the Devil cries.
Oh, did I, did I tell?
The Devil’s bell is between my legs! –
A tiny little bell!
The Devil hoists me high as I’ll go
To the very top of the pole
And the boys and the men come one by one
To gamble for my soul.
They swing their hammers hard but, oh,
The striker will not rise.
Each boy and each man’s prick just misses
The devil’s little prize.
‘Swing!’ cries he, ‘and swing again!’
‘Make her little bell ring.’
‘Tonight,’ says he, ‘I’ll double the prize.
‘For the one who makes her sing.’
No! I cry. No! Not that!
But, oh, what could I do?
Lust is a liquor and I’d drunk to the dregs.
I’d drunk the Devil’s brew.
I tried to close my legs, I tried! –
But boys know what to do.
The Devil gave the hammer to you.
‘Have another go!’
You gave him your dime and you looked at me
And swung a final blow.
Your back was a sugary dew of sweat;
You swung the hammer high.
Your arms were coils and your thighs were springs;
You looked me straight in the eye.
I knew before the Devil knew,
What my fate would be.
Down went your hammer and up went your prick!
Straight! – Straight into me!
The boys, the men, and the Devil crowed
To hear my little bell ring!
You pierced me straight to the tip of my tongue
And all I could do was sing!
The Devil said his work was done;
Ours had just begun.
Oh, then you knew the price to be paid,
But look at what you won!
My belly still rings with the heft your prick –
The wage of one night’s sin.
The Devil’s game ensnares us all
But look at what we win!