The Imp Of The Perverse Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The Imp of the Perverse
Insistent is and evil
A worm within the mind
A most pernicious weevil

I sat upon my hands.
The Imp of the Perverse
UrgedMake the driver crash

A car is not a hearse
I told it, as a child
And hoped that no one knew
That imp had me beguiled

And when I stood on high
A cliff, or else a bridge
The imp jumped up again
Go, leap off from the ledge

It's hiding, deep inside
Some sinister crevasse
And may it never rise
Malevolent bad ass