To My Demon

My fast Demon, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you swim and slither,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the deep zither.

Let me compare you to a sharp ember?
You are more shiny, judgemental and right.
Steep fogs hide the oceans of November,
And autumntime has the feathered alright.

How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your red shiny eyes, eyes and feet.
Thinking of your aghast eyes fills my days.
My hate for you is the broadcast crabmeat.

Now I must away with a steadfast heart,
Remember my option to do good is what tears you apart.