SHE thanks the devel for something,
that will put her in a six foot grave,
she gives the keys to her kingdome, like
a whore give's herself to a wave,
and she thinks she's got it right,
and she thinks she'll win this fight,
but the truth will soon show up, like
a sunday paper, with her name on the
front page.
AT the bottom of her pit, your find food
drink, but no Drugs.9: 41 PM 8/2/06`
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/caveat-emptor/
