You Blatant Soul

Oh blatant soul, with character so frail,
I suggest you change your name,
It's sick to see you sway your tail,
In front of every spinster dame,
You have no esteem,
No dignity for real,
I wonder why in pain, I still scream,
I mistook you as ideal,
That's the door, 
Pick up your crap and leave,
I let the last drop of mourning pour,
Burying the ache, ceasing to grieve,
Enjoy your countless rendezvous',
You are a man with an eye for every women,
I pray that our paths never cross,
Or I'll storm you in the hatred's dungeons....

(c) S.S


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