Tears Poem by Ellias Anderson Jr.

In the night, under the shadows of the moon, there was a mother
Who had a terminally pretty daughter? !
That girl has a nasty reputation, she has a cruel dude
Her mother said she was ruthless, she was crude
That girl was stubborn; she taught she knew the ways
But the time brings her the darkest days!
She just kept her mother down,
Not only at the nights, even in the evenings and dawns
Her mother was alone; she was just worry for her
But she just thinks about nothing, she just drank bear
Victim of lust, victim of dusts
She just was lost!
Her only concern was the libido
Coming home and playing with diploes
There was just the voice of the rain and the stupid lusty gears
Also there was the voice of her puree's mother's tears.