You're dangerous
That much is clear
Just like a criminal
In mid-career.

Lost in addiction
A growing frown
Without interdiction
You're going down.

Sparks of badness
That fly from you
Ignite great sadness
In those you woo.

Sex is your magnet
Hurled o'er ramparts
It sets the dragnet
For willing hearts.

You did the killing
Our love to bury
My heart was willing
Now ever wary.
© 2003 by Michael J. Farrand

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