spiritual battle

he's an ugly little man with a pointed little beard
he pounds upon my head until his voice is greatly feared
he shows up uninvited when i'm hungry or fatigued and he
fails to leave until i've lost the will to fight or breathe;

or ... until my guardian angel with his white tuxedo comes
swinging deftly at the bald man's head, he makes his fat legs run
swoops me up in faithful arms and wings me to my King
and lays me gently in His lap till joy the morning brings.