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A woman's puppet

To all the friends lost to the lust of a woman.

Woman are so complex, unique and wise
Woman are behind a weak man’s demise
A bad woman can have your every thought obsessed
To have her undying loyalty and attention;
you are truly blessed!
 
Her beauty and wit has the power to make you sick
Out of an eternity of woman;
she’s your pick
The butterflies inside turn into birds
your lustful confession,
your dying word
 
You are hers, a puppet dancing on her nefarious string!
Who says slavery is not a modern thing?
You are her slave and she is the demanding master
Have her eye astray to another,
a licentious disaster!
 
Jealousy and desperation are your only emotions
This illness has no curing potion!
She has your mind, soul and heart
Go now puppet! Fill her shopping cart!
For material things make a man handsome
The things you would do for her love;
you cannot fathom!
A woman’s beauty is a lethal thing!
To you its love, for her, a fling!
 
Many a friend I have lost to the mesmerizing lust of a woman
My response is “FINE! Go, GO Then!”
For friends with such weak will,
I do not need!
I lust for mo domination, therefore I am free!
 
FREE! YES! I am FREE! Free from being a helpless puppet!
But for my old friends, nothing can stop it
So many friends Ive lost to the obsession of females,
Forget her? Move on? Find another? All will surly fail.
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