Woe-Man

Halt! Halt! Give em your hand but not your hearts For when they hover around you, You are an imminent carcass. These vipers of Eden unrelenting, carry about their venoms Fluttering and flapping with the disposition of a butterfly And a grasshopper combined. The sight of her should trigger an "alarum" bell in every wise man. With the juice supped, they flitter away Seeking other juicy flowers in the circle of moral doom Like bubonic plague, spreading devastating virus Like the physician ampoule, ready on your skin to pour. They waste your time, Waste your money Sapp your energy Leaving you with unforgettable miseries Be not down on a chauvinistic egotism in her environment For another trial, may certify your demise