Oh High Bandit · Mar 29, 2012
Scary Mary.

But no matter
what you do.
Don't lets your wires
get tangled up in hers.
Or else you'll need to
give yourself
a
pat on the back
for "accidentally"
hacking into
an electrical
terror trap.
Maybe I'm just pretending.
Maybe I'm just trying to talk myself straight out of fear.
The only thing I know is,
that if you believe in the existence
of good friends in better places.
Then there must a few bad eggs
from rotten baskets.
Looking to mess up your senses
and trick ya into
flipping a dime
to trade your head for their tail
and vice-versa.
Wherever there's sugar sweet people,
there are bitter lemon demons
that are trying
so
hard, to make
a
bitter, evil,
lemon drop
out of you
without the sugar-rimmed glass.

 
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