The man sits on the side of the road,
Looking all raggedy and feeling old,
In the heat of day,
He sits and he sings,
Only a guitar for company,,
As he plucks at the strings

DON'T BE THE ONE TO BLAME, PLAYING THE CHEATERS GAME, OF SEEKING PLEASURE, IN SOMEONE ELSE'S TREASURE.

Her love was like a beautiful whirlwind, obliterating men and uprooting oaks.

She was an irresistible constrictor
that shattered my bones and left me helpless.

Her spirit was potent like the poison of a viper, infecting my soul and leaving me to rot.