A Twisted Plot
hopeless fiendish plots a lot
plotted to take the kings great spot
toiled and boiled he soiled with oil
but knows not what is come by gold
black his heart so full of lack
plaque infested crust of bleak
streaks the sea in pipes that leak
feeds the weak in promise speak
fills the mind with words that reek
filthy fiendish plots a lot
plotted to rot a soft blind spot
finding fear in eyes known not
to read the deeds of wicked dots
but cold does leave a trail of hot
and a wicked indeed illusions cot
sleeping in sound a twisted plot.
Copyright © Izzy Gumbo | Year Posted 2010
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