Treasure Island

Gypsy Boy Varey


She Burns Just Like Salt


She burns just like salt
Compulsive seducer
Treacherous by default
Poisonous as medusa

She steals from the young
Not quite a lady
In her book it’s fun
Taking fathers from babys

She knows what she’s doing
She’s sure to bring trouble
To family’s brings ruin
Turns family’s to rubble

She dangles her bait
Any time any place
Appetite she can’t sate
Her instincts are base

She has a brass neck
Leaves lives in a mess
She can’t stop nor check
She couldn’t care less

She don’t have a plan
Just willing to deprive
She will take any man
For a quick test drive

She try’s every tack
Don’t make her a friend
She’ll stab you in the back
And your family will end

Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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(c) varey 2013

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