The Devil Wears Denim Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

The Devil Wears Denim



The Devil wears Denim
Or so it's been said.

He's updated himself
and got into our heads.

He's on a street corner
Starting a scene.

Smiling beguinly
Keeping it clean.

He always starts the trouble
But he's the Teflon Don.

He's the one who is elusive
He's the number one.

This scrawny gang member
With his brushed-back hair.

Will outstare somebody
if somebody wants to stare.

He's at the forefront
when there is business
to be done.

With his mobile phone
and his little pocket gun.

But it don't matter
where we live in the city.

The Devil wears Denim
And it sure ain't pretty.

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