Think Twice Before You Get the Guy

You cried and crooned and 
told him ''bob you're a 
cheap cheat'',
you forgot all the pleasant 
perfumes and terrific treat.
''It was you who started 
this'' he said, you stirred 
this storm,
you gave a flaked facade to 
get the wealth in this worm.

You craved colourful and 
crazy cruise, not a cool 
companionship,
You sold your soul for 
silver, you are
now in starked 
stewardship.
Money, mansion and make 
up, you made up you mind,
fortune, flavour and fame, 
all in just a man you seek to 
find.

You got it, on his couch, 
you were
cocooned in comfort,
but he messed up your 
mind, he made you a mild 
maggot;
in a high class house with 
high heat, you hoped for 
happiness:
Your beauty was bought 
with bites, battery and 
bitterness.

You wanted wealth 
without wisdom... you got 
a waste,
you wanted treasures 
without truth in its thrust 
and taste;
you got that gorgeous guy 
on a platter of platinun 
potato,
he gave you a real ride and 
a red
card like a trash-tomato.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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