The Mischievous

I built a boat from broken vows,

Lined the deck with lawyered mouths.

Sailed it out on a sea of lies,

Where truth sinks fast and ego dies.

They climbed aboard with heads held high,

Their eyes too proud to see the sky.

But the devil don’t deal in fair or free —

He just grins and pours the whiskey.

You walked the plank on your own damn feet,

Thought you had the reins, but I set the beat.

You danced through traps you couldn’t see,

But the devil makes one — and the devil makes three.

Outplayed the best with a smirk and a sigh,

Now I win so easy, I barely try.

Justice bends when I write the tune,

And the gavel drops by a blood-red moon.

I let you sip that sweet control,

Fed your pride and watched it grow.

Hung your name on a velvet wall,

While I rigged the floor for a cleaner fall.

You called your counsel, pulled your strings,

Filed your threats and legal things —

But I’ve danced with judges, I’ve kissed the blade,

And I bury suits like a masquerade.

You walked the plank on your own damn feet,

Tip your hat while you taste defeat.

Thought you led, but you followed me —

The devil makes one — and the devil makes three.

I’m tired of the chase, it’s always the same,

The wolves all howl, but I own the game.

You plead your cause with a mouth full of sin,

While I sip slow gin with a devilish grin.

Oh death don’t knock — he plays in bands,

With bloodshot eyes and calloused hands.

We toast to trials, we drink to schemes,

To hollow laws and broken dreams.

Your fate was drawn when you took the bait,

Now you march on down with a smile too late.

So walk the plank with your pride held tight,

I won’t push — you see the light.

You asked for truth, but you played too clean,

And the devil makes one… the devil makes three.

The rope was yours, the stage was mine,

You danced for mercy on borrowed time.

So here’s your end — in rhyme and key,

Signed in ink by the ghost of me.