Satan is a Woman's Name

I met The Devil, but he has a woman's name

But after that single night, I'll never be the same

We danced upon the altar in God's House

All the while I couldn't stop thinking of what's under her blouse

We painted skulls and pentagrams upon each other

Bathed in blood we make love under the covers

Of night, and the sight of such a woman

Makes me forget that she's just a daemon

Just like God, Satan is just not real

Thanks to her, I have no soul left to steal

But hell is real, fire, brimstone and strife

And I've lived there ever since she walked out of my life.

-Jack Lungu

Broken Pieces

It's hard to stand on stage
When I have nothing interesting to say
Cause I can't convey whats on my heart today
Cause sometimes I find I can only rhyme heart and fart, but its not the same
As what I really wanted say, that you threw my heart
Into a shopping cart at the Soon-To-Be-Ex-Mart
Even when I thought you and I could have a fresh start....
Rewind.
I don't mean to shove that shit aside
But when I stand up in front of you guys
I can be me without wearing my disguise
Because as I look you in the eyes
I realize we've all died
A lot or a little on the inside
It always blows my mind
That you, you, and you have felt the same as I
And thats why I come every other Thursday night
Cause the guys the read before I do
Have walked more than just a mile in my shoes
And we Choose to let the words loose
To loosen the noose we wrap around our throat
So we can fill our moat and christen the boat
To set sail on this weird thing called life
Thats full of storms and strife
But have you seen the sunset after a storm?
The light bounces so beautifully and the day is reborn
Orange, yellow, and red cancel out the thunderous scorn
And the violence of the rain falls away to beauty
And I see that me and you, you and me
Are made up of broken pieces for all to see
And I'm hoping the reason she wants to talk to me
Is that she thinks her broken pieces fit mine
So we can try to make everything fine
That being said, I'll try to keep an open mind
Cause usually I find people aren't worth the time
Even if this girl of mine might be a dime
I shine a light and find a hole in her soul
That will swallow me whole because I know
She's shallow and I need to go
But she won't go with the flow
So I end up letting her go
It hurts, I know, but trust me I'm fine
Cause I know in time I'll find the one whose broken pieces perfectly fit mine.

-Jack Lungu

Things That She Likes

Things that she likes:
Tattoos on guys
Planes and being able to fly
She likes trains but has never been on one
She likes to go tan in the sun
She really likes her family
But sometimes I think not as much as she adores Sushi
She likes Mercedes and Lexus
She has a richer taste than most of us
She likes the creative type
And loves winning the fight
And sweet texts before saying goodnight
And she might not gripe at skating on ice
And fright filled movies in the darkness of night
And dreams of flight higher than a kite
And little love bits during a passionate night
She Loves hugging with all her might
and those jeans that look a mite too tight
Paired with a leather jacket with spikes
And the number one thing on the list of things she DOESN'T like
Me.