You. The Judy O'Grady
Who's constantly waiting
For ubiquitous flattery and lust
A cold-blooded lady
Untruly be gaining
The trust of those gullible hearts
My ****** oh Mary,
Let your heartstrings vary
From ruthless and violent ******
The sorrow that's buried
Within you and harried
Someday will ground you into dust
Be wise, my old lady,
The truth may be heavy
And somehow might seem so unjust
The power that's carried
By love so unwearied
To seize and inherit you must
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
You. The Judy O'Grady
Who's constantly waiting
For ubiquitous flattery and lust
A cold-blooded lady
Untruly be gaining
The trust of those gullible hearts
My ****** oh Mary,
Let your heartstrings vary
From ruthless and violent ******
The sorrow that's buried
Within you and harried
Someday will ground you into dust
Be wise, my old lady,
The truth may be heavy
And somehow might seem so unjust
The power that's carried
By love so unwearied
To seize and inherit you must
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