The Most Gullable Of The Liars To Get Lied To,

Calling Your Bluff,

You Dealt With The Shuffled Chances,

Only To Jump Ship And Fold Up With Hand Fulls,

No Blood, Just Salt Wounds,

Danish Flavored Soap And Hair Groomed,

To Be Cowned A Beauty Queen,

If She Had Kept Her Inside’s Clean,

Outside, Interior Not Nearly The Same Things,

About To Soften Her Up To Blossom Her New Fangs,

Hopefully Her Love Bites,

Like Sharp Pain,

The One Moment To Remember,

“We Rode Around The Park Till After Dark, Pumping The Trunk With The Windows Rolled UP “

“PUFF”