Crown
No one confused him for a graduate of yale
No stuffy air was visible
He was charming and quite the intellectual
And the ladies flocked to be amazed
Words dripped from his lips like honey butter
His keyboard was aged and produced the sweetest wines
Everyone agreed it was fine with notes of chocolate,
so decadent much admired
So she took a sip convinced just to quench her thirst
but he offered her gold and everything that glittered
She accepted all
and drank even more from the cup
Before you knew it she was drunk
He stole her soul when she was wasted
But she was strong so she fought and won
Celebrating her victory by declaring him a thief and CROWNING him king of liars
Copyright © Ale A A | Year Posted 2013
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