Short Line Ii

Ugh! Latching onto this ones own miserable misery Creating a fog sweeping sweet She brushed her brow, put on make-up Turning the other cheek She favored ignorance is no excuse When she thought ignorance is bliss She had it in the bag to begin the abuse What suiting question for the questioner If I pulled a rabbit from a hat Could you please disappear Humiliated emotions Don't seem to strike her Awkward moments She can't seem to recover