I Write Poetry
Easy prey, easy feast
Easy pickings for the beast
Sly and slick, he hides in wait
Watching intently my every gait
I am helpless, with no cause
Walking slower, I take a pause
Over my shoulder, a quick glance
Hoping that he'd take his chance
Rip me up, get nice and fed
Rip me up, tear me to shreds.
Easy pickings for the beast
Sly and slick, he hides in wait
Watching intently my every gait
I am helpless, with no cause
Walking slower, I take a pause
Over my shoulder, a quick glance
Hoping that he'd take his chance
Rip me up, get nice and fed
Rip me up, tear me to shreds.