Thunderstruck and Poor

How could you do this to me?

Today a phrase heard very commonly

Typical of the savages who don’t want to hear your plea

Theft and deception they live with swimmingly,

What you ended up doing to me

I could hardly even foresee

Your conscience was like a burial out at sea

Still I nod my head how could this be?

As I squirmed in agony from your home made nightmare

I was amazed at you face having so little care

I promised I wouldn’t waste my time on despair

But really Baby you don’t know how to play fair,

Why should I even waste my time on this bitter rhyme?

What is Tequila without the bitter lime?

Still I’ll mull it over because I suffered the crime

Evil people like you are a dozen for a dime,

Living in a world where evil seems to succeed

One can never under estimate the level of greed

Everyone is capable of stealing if they have a desperate need

But really the powers that be are the evil seed,

Cursed by the memory of what was never meant to be

Lord have I tried to set myself free

There will surely be times when you wonder bitterly

Why did everyone turn their back on me even family?

We’re in a poisoned realm that is for sure

Few things remain that are truly pure

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure

There are few around us who could resist the allure,

An assassin with a cold face as I lay on the floor

Struck by your cruelty who could have prepared for more?

Be sure to guard your heart whenever love knocks on your door

That illusion may leave you thunderstruck and poor.