POETIC DREAMS - HER WICKED WAYS

Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

Travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something.

Some of them want to use you.

Some of them want to get

used by you.

Some of them want to abuse you.

Some of them want to be abused.

~HER WICKED WAYS~
(RONDEL)

She's crossed somewhere the line,
She's commited her most hideous crime,
Disorder life-style and plain sin
What a way to spend her time!

Nice living, squeaky clean,
Forget it! she keeps her hands with grime,
Disorder life-style and plain sin
What a way to spend her time!

From break of day to past bed-time,
She spends her life by doing evil,just fine
With no remorse, she cries and whines
'Cause life, to her, isn't really, worth a dime!

Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
copyright@2005

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