Devil’s Music.

Talent you must not abuse.
It’s not a plaything to amuse.
Satan’s waitin’,
salivatin’;
loves that sinful jazz and blues.

 When I was in my early twenties, and arrived home in the early hours after playing in a dance band, more often than not my father would be waiting up to berate me for playing the ‘devil’s music’. If I had told him it was a Catholic Church dance, he would have died of shame on the spot!

PS. The prompt reminded me of the story of the one-eyed planter in Africa who would warn his tribal workers that the (glass) eye he removed and placed on a fence post could see if they slackened off while he was away.
 Thanks Tess for yet another clever prompt.