This Mistress of Addiction
No greater evil walks this earth this mistress of addiction.
Her hunger never will be sate without severe infliction.
Lust over thee I won’t, this passion is destructive
I cannot give you every drop and still remain constructive.?
How many lovers do you need, how many to caress you?
When every day and night in vain we all try to undress you.?
Here naked we all stand you show no bloody mercy.
?You are a mistress of disgrace, do you remember Percy?
He lost his wife and children to your lust,
Gone is he, returned to dust.
wipe the smirk of evil from your face,
your arms no longer will I embrace, a promise now to you I make,
?I walk away. I will forsake. ?
No spin of wheel, or turn of card, nor reel, nor trap,
who needs a whore when all she gives is everyone the clap.
Copyright © Klio Tsitsikroni | Year Posted 2017
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