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.
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