The One Hundred Poem Promise

Collect Call

Died blonde

You Sit Back

Glued To The Tube,

Fake Blonde Hair

Down To Your Knees.

You Have The Ache Inside

Your Not Sure Why.

The Devil Is Calling

Cross Country.

The Devil’s Placing A

Call On You .

The Devil Is Calling

Cross Country

On Your Dime.

And You’re The Same

As Your Hair.

Your Life Has Become

A Chemical Experiment

Of The Worst Kind.

And They Say He Knows.

And They Say He Knows.

The Devil Is Calling

Cross Country.

The Devil’s Placing A

Call On You.

The Devil Is Calling

Cross Country

On Your Dime.

Dressed Up In Drag

Your High Heels On.

You’re On Your Knees

Doing What He Pleases

And Now You Know

Playing With The Devil

Is Being Played.