The Devil's Sister Poem by Randy McClave

I found out that she couldn't cook
And that she was a crook,
And that she made promises to break
Plus, she enjoyed giving heartache.
I found out that she was a tease
And everyone she tempted to please,
And when she had their soul
She was happy as though scoring a goal.
I found out that she enjoyed judging any other
And pretended that she was a good mother,
And acting like she was a good wife
While she always brought forth strife.
I found out that she was a liar
And that she loved to set the soul on fire,
And to peace and harmony she was a resister
I then found out that she was the devil's sister.

Randy L. McClave