Like an angry wind,
He stirs things up,
Makes people’s minds bend,
Like a tree bowed over double,
Amid a storm’s leftover rubble.
She follows him,
Like a loyal dog,
Pleasing his every whim,
For her card’s,
Pulled from the same deck,
And it’s not that hard.
What a life they lead,
Nosy, nosy, nosy,
Laughing ’til their cheeks are rosy,
Happiest when meddling,
Putting on,
A Christian facade,
Thinking they’re not sinning.
Pretty is,
As pretty does,
These are two,
Downright ugly slimy slugs.
Oh it sickens those,
Who’ve been bruised,
By their ruse,
But what can we do,
Other than pray they stray,
From their wicked ways.
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