I'll put up with the cars
that break down every time I drive.
I'll endure the lack of thanks and pay
I get from nine to five.
I'll listen to the whiners,
bellyachers and complainers,
I'll ignore the high and mighty,
the judgemental parade-rainers.
But I will not take my eyes off
of the serpent on the pole.
I will not let your efforts leave me
one speck less than whole.
I'll fight you.
I'll ignore you.
I'll repeat it till I bore you,
but, Sir, let me assure you that
you will not take this soul!
I'll take the sickness, stress and loss.
Baby, bring it on!
For I am made of better stuff
than you have ever known.
I'll take whatever threats you wield,
whatever spears you throw,
but Lucifer, I cannot yeild.
because I know!