Mephistopheles (Dedicated To T.B.) Poem by DM W

Even though you invoke God's name,
You cannot fool us anymore.
Although you still cloak your black desires
With the superficial gloss of sound bites.

You cannot fool us anymore
With your Cheshire Cat grin;
With the superficial gloss of sound bites.
We perceive your forked tongue.

With your Cheshire Cat grin,
You still haunt the hallways & corridors of power.
We perceive your forked tongue.
The blood money still pours down to you.

You still haunt the hallways & corridors of power,
Despite the ragged prophecies.
The blood money still pours down to you,
In hell's dark basement where you now dwell.

Despite the ragged prophecies,
You're still a media darling;
In hell's dark basement where you now dwell;
With all the police protection.

You're still a media darling;
Backed by corporations.
With all the police protection.
The angels have fled the sordid scene.

Backed by corporations,
You set fire to the Middle East.
The angels have fled the sordid scene
Because of all your lies.

You set fire to the Middle East
In the twinkling of an eye
Because of all your lies
We no longer believe a word you say.