A bit uncanny I would say
For ones who say nay
For what its worth I'd be a polite bitch
But for others I would leave in stitch

I laugh but loud how wrong I be
I crank up the tunes and never see
What lies neath yonder tree
A ghost of who I thought I'd be

I am frank but cruel with words unspoken
I harm none but best be broken
I flee from chance to beat the street
In fear for I must be filled with deciet

I cry out no mercy shown
To predators of all who've known
Kill joy tendancies lacking rythm
Stunting growth within this ribbon

Chaste lacks hunger in many ways
I seek no further this month stays
I feed the hand biting wolf that begs for more
I see the hurt never given a settlement our score