In a whirlwind of lead,
\nI fled inside my head,
\nimagined myself dead,
\nand met the devil.
\nHis horns were pointy red;
\n"Your soul is mine," he said.
\nI wished I was in bed.
\nThat’s on the level.
\nHe’s the pencil dust devil,
\na voice like Aaron Neville.
\nHe whips his pointed tail.
\nI wish I was in jail.
\nDon’t wanna go to hell.
\nThis isn’t show and tell.
\nI broke my pencil’s point.
\nI smoked another joint.
\nAnd now I’m drawing God.
\nHe’s got a lovely bod.
\nI’m through with Beelzebub.
\nMy pencil is a stub.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"