Teaching the devil his lessons: A poem 

I never had fortune, because he was always opportune 

So, I never played his tune…never cast his rune 

I waylaid forty-seven, I guerillaed seventy-nine 

I know he’ll have to learn his lessons in his own time 

Even if my pain does hurt, it is not in vain 

The sky is not the limit where I have lain 

He can cause the cloudburst and the deluging rain 

But I can always hold out, hold out time and again 

Treachery, to me, is no stranger, but I am a ranger 

I have taken risks and I am not afraid of danger 

To die does God a favour, evens out the odds 

Men can rule and master, but they are not my lords 

He can hijack all my loves, he never fails to sup 

I swear, the Shouse is his destiny, so he better wake up! 

I don’t make too many a slip between lip and cup 

The devil knows I’ll never submit, so he eats me up!