High Miles
A bitch from hell—that fly’s for free,
Collecting high miles for-souls—
That is her fee.
She is not pretty—nor is she nice,
But she will be your vice--
--Hold on to that high.
You don’t believe we can see--
--What is happening to the…
All our love in the world is not enough…
…In the end--She seems to win…
She is a bitch taking our sons’
And…their souls---
---leaving them in a ditch.
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