Rebel

it is not frankincense and myrrh
we seek, when lost and found
this I infer from Lucifer
Prometheus, unbound
the devil, giver of the light
an ancient Roman tale
invites a rascally delight
gone are both hooves and tail
while some succumb in reverie
we find the cuss a plus
we love a bad boy, it must be
the rebel child in us