Poem Body
Motivation pulverised deep within a low down beat
With snapping fingers and a saturday night strut
Mr high slides by.
He is filled with arrogance and swagger
He's indestructible
A ladies man, a mans man, he seduces them all
Then he has them and the mask slips
His grip is vice like
Deathly it's hold.
His evil Hand drags them down
Into the bowels of the beast
Leaves them there to drown.
Comments
Hells Angels
Is this "on the darkside" group lou?
For it is indeed dark.
I love this:-
"Motivation pulverised deep within a low down beat
With snapping fingers and a saturday night strut
Mr high slides by."
Not Mr Hyde?
Nordic cloud
Dear Lou,
another great write. I am in awe. I wouldn't change a word of it!
always, Cat