I am a simple thing.
Reviled and admired.

I do the job requested.
I pose no query, why should I.
Indeed.

When called upon do I not serve.
I am a simple thing.
Devil.

Your hands are my volition.
Your will is my precision.
Your skill is my command.

Yet. I am reviled.
Cast aside. What then is my purpose.
But to speak loudly, shudder and recoil.
My message .

Swift assurance.
Bold pronouncements.
Fools rush in.

How am I to make the choice when you have made me what I am
a servant no more no less. A tool a sluggard at best.

Consider me a shovel in the shed. Do you hate me now. Fear me
Write laws to abolish me. Shout from the halls of anger, slander and deride.
Here I sit in judgment . A construct a conduit of your evil. Your callous machinations.

Most assuredly I am neither fish nor fowl.
Nor villain on the prowl. That is your domain.

I am your shelter in a storm.
a stern judgment for the lawless when all else has failed.
Play the De Guayo.
No quarter asked or given.

My friends. I pray for my own demise.
The day when peace abides.
Never.                        Nature or nurture.



I pray for my dismissal.
Until such time.
Put me away  with safety  and know that I am at your beck and call.
Your beck and call.
Yours.

I remain your humble servant.