Nude Illusion/New Delusion Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

The devil loves a contortionist…
He finds them in their youth…
Much more simple to ply such supple minds,
and turn them from the Truth

The devil, himself, is a ventriloquist…
He's been known to throw his voice
He'll make you hear what you can't resist,
yet you'll insist that it was your own choice

He's the master of illusion... You won't believe your eyes
And even if you could, he's a master of disguise

Please pardon the current intrusion…
But it should come as no surprise
He's considered the cause of confusion…
He's been called the father of lies!

He's a con man-- a hypnotist… He can easily win any bet
He'll point to the cup the coin is in, and then instantly have you forget
He can talk you into walking the tightrope…
And you'll do it without using a net

He may even have you kill for him…
And you'll murder without any regret

He's a pitchman… A juggler… Magician… He's a clown
He's the manager of the carnival that comes to your quaint little town

He's an acrobat… A puppeteer… He'll pull some strings to make you fly
or fall so high from fear… He'll watch you cry, then hold you close
and whisper in your ear… And when you die, he'll simply sigh--
and maybe, dry a tear

But don't be fooled-- it's all a lie-- just a ruse that seems sincere…
A trick-- a hoax-- an alibi… A ploy to keep you near

And if he looks across the crowd to pick a volunteer--
don't raise your hand-- don't shout out loud
You'd be wise to shut your mouth-- stay calm-- and hold your beer

He patrols for lost souls in back alleys, bars, shipyards and docks…
He's not the kind you can outfox… Let me make this perfectly clear--
‘cause if he puts you in the box, and shoves you off a pier--
you may break the chains and release the locks…
Hell… You might even conquer your fear!
But he's the devil…. And he'll make sure you disappear……