have
you under my skin
like
an itch
caused
by sap from the poison tree
there
was nothing to win
you
were tricked
a
cruel thing that was done by me
and
how did this begin
was
a witch
that
with her magic set me free
being
poked with a pin
by
a bitch
making
me angry was the key
how
it makes my head spin
high
squealed pitch
a
warning that it's time to flee
with
a shit eating grin
not
a glitch
now
run and hide I would agree
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Tri
fall Poem
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