Oh how she smiled
So innocent so sweet
Ah, behind that smile
Was the beast called deceit...
Then how all the tears
How the sob stories come
Is there any truth in then
Honestly??? There's none...
One had a widowed mom
Another wanted the "love game"
Still others want money, and yet
The song always remains the same...
I have no need of a "plasticine porter
With looking glass eye lover"
I have no need to be "owed (???)"
Buy a phoney undercover lover...
Then they try to vanish like a
Pick'em up truck kicking up dust
I can track over over hard rock
An' dust on this fact "trust!!!"
I will now care for you not
As I say to all in this rhyme
You see I'm your loss for you'll
Never be known as mine...
Next time you play
The game of deceit
Hide behind the innocent
Showing a smile sweet
Keep in the front of your mind
Deceit is a demon, an ugly beast...
JJSweets 25Oct20 10:49 hrs
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