That phrase ‘the devil in me’ kept haunting me for some reason and then, when I wrote it down, the rest of the poem came out as well. I like it fine and it has a nice tune to me, but I have a feeling there’s something off about some of the wordings and phrase. Anyway, on to the poem itself.

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The devil in me, she’s a bitch,
She should be kept out of reach.
Poisonous words of an evil witch,
Swindling the poor to make her rich.

The devil in me, she’s a slut,
She should be left in a hut.
Honeyed looks from a blackened heart,
Seducing the poor to warm her blood.

The devil in me, she’s no good,
She shouldn’t be in the neighborhood.
False smiles and a change of mood,
Sugaring the poor to spice her food.

The devil in me is always here,
Twenty-four seven around the year.
“Hello” and “good morning dear”,
You are looking right at her.