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WHY ASK WHY
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COUNTRY POEMS There's a certain kind of woman out there.
A certain kind of woman who loves to do
a certain kind of thing.
A certain kind of thing.
Why ask why?
She meets a guy.
She's the spider, he's the fly.
She's lures him into her web.
A trap where he will be lost without a map.
Why ask why?
He gets excited. He gets delighed.
He gets hot. He is as well-programmed as a robot.
He gets happy.
Why ask why?
Revert, he does, as happy as a child on a slide saying wee.
Revert, a child about to have his/her favorite dessert.
Revert, a child playing in the dirt or sand.
Why ask why?
Surely, something not bland. I hope you can understand.
He thinks of what could be. You see?
What could happen, in a way that is snappy.
Why ask why?
Then, she makes her move.
She waits for him to fall asleep.
He wakes up, and starts to weep.
To him. she says, you lose.
She says, "I know this will bruise."
She goes on a cruise.
Bye bye to the guy.
Pop goes the weasel.
It's on to the next guy.
That guy was not a pick.
With that guy, she decided not to stick.
As easy as TV click.
As easy as a lint flick.
Each guy, just one in a cycle.
Mickey or Michael.
Each guy, just another in a chain.
James or Dane.
Why ask why?
Why ask why?
Why ask why?
true there is no reason to ask why but we do , it is amazing how one person can move around from person to person always looking for fun but never finding that true one...
I dont know why some women jus go around for "fun" as they call it all the time. Its like they dont respect themselves or thos around them
Great poem
vicky x