Now I Know

Grady McMurtry

7 December 1941

I read the lines of Prophecy

And spoke the runic writ,

The red Goetia gave to me

The number of the Pit;

So on the brazen door I knocked

Before I could discern,

“I go to Put my horns in hock,

Please wait ’till I return.”

Now me, I am a Patient lad,

Nor do I mind to wait

And so I sit me on a Pad

Before the Postern gate,

But cramped asana causes thought

And soon I had reflected

A tiger skin’s more cheaply bought

Than devil hide collected.

So thinking thus I took to wing

And lit upon a rafter

Which would have been just dandy but

He sent somebody after——

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