• i think of the devil,
    as mom,
    and my God,
    as dad.
    and we puny children,
    with traits from them both,
    all with our halos,
    dipped in dripping fire,
    from time to time,
    love mommy and daddy,
    though they are so difficult,
    different, loving, hateful creatures.
    they please us with flowers,
    and tempt us with crank,
    they nurture our souls,
    then s**t in our brains,
    to keep us awake.
    i am daddy's little angel,
    sometimes mommy's little b***h