Duplicitous Cravings
She love herself a slice of lie,
with a cup of confusion early in the morning
It gets her day started off royally right
She loves to hear something went wrong,
and the job just done was all messed up
Screaming on the phone is music to her ears
Neighbors arguing makes her want to sing along
with that Bill Withers song, “A Lovely Day”
Or maybe Billy Holiday, “Good Morning Heartache”
Duplicitous cravings
Some would say that’s what she got
Bizarre stark ravings get her motor going,
revved up to meet the rage
She loves watching alligator wrestling in a cage
On summer nights
when heat sets a lot of friction in motion
People getting mad ... wanna do the knuckle tango
Bloodying noses, ripping off clothes ...
doing the knee buckle dance
Lot of teeth flying,
there might even be a chance
of someone dying
She would love to see that so much
Duplicitous cravings
Sickness is gonna descend on her
if she don’t get her daily dose
Addicted to seeing others suffer pain —
emotional, physical and mental
Her heart rejoice witnessing any cancerous strain
afflicting another human being
Oh, what she wouldn’t give to get
another taste of that delicious hurt
And at night in bed ... well, you get the picture
Enough said
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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