Wicked, Twisted, Little...
wicked little twisted lies with falling tears to wet the skies
torrid humongous vile threats that make up all of life's regrets
putrid ficticious stories told with only ears to read and scold
I use my pen and paper's mark as print upon a falsehood lark
useless trouble made for sake when wanting aching theft I take
leads back to naughty evil deeds that planted oh the greener seeds
and grew to proportions vast and wide to let the children run and hide
as gaping chasms open far and swallow up the whole damn bar
I sit and watch upon a stool just gulping back so like a fool
until I leave and fall so low where all they went and no one knows
what wicked little twisted lies will follow tears to wet the skies
with rain befall a garden's grace and breed a new and better race!
~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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