Treasure Island

louis rams

(09/13/1943 / new york city)

(women) The Other Side Of Laughter


w. m. d. ”s does not mean weapons of mass destruction
But! Women! Men s destruction.
They attract you with their looks and charms
And bodies that will put you in “ self destruct”.
But to them that’s not enough.

They want to control your mind from
Now till the end of time.
Like a hamster in a play pen
With a beginning but no end.

You climb on that “spinning wheel of life”
And run like hell
While they watch and laugh
And ring that bell.

They are truly men s destruction!
And I think that’s the way it will always be.

(Ha-ha enjoy it women of the world)

Submitted: Saturday, April 09, 2011

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