Oh that devil is a ******, “Don’t give him a seat at your table” I was told, Yet he sneaks in by the back door And before you know it Lying back in the chair with his feet on the table And a big fat greasy grin on his face Surveying the carnage and pain And all the good work Unfurling around him Lying in tatters on the floor. Oh the gruesome glee emitting from that odious unwelcome bedfellow As I’m left wretched and in pain and alone once more On the cold stone floor