Chrystal

Damn that Chrystal,
She stole my man.
Holds a tighter grip,
Than any woman ever can.

With her clear complexion,
She makes his heart race.
He steals to be with her,
To keep her in his face.

Always on a mirror,
The bitch is so damn vain.
Nothing but a home wrecker,
Causing so much pain.

He says she makes him feel good,
She keeps him up all night.
But when she's gone, he falls hard,
And knows it's just not right.

She gets her thrills,
Hell bent on destruction,
She's sleek, fast, & sexy,
Luring with euphoric seduction.

She goes both ways,
If you want her, she's always there,
Destroying families,
Leaving destitute kids in foster care.

Weak, dependant people,
Are her favorite prey.
Her trashy friends pimp her out,
Leading whoever they can astray.

She's slow to kill,
But, you're quickly forgotten.
Just a jittery bag of bones,
With few teeth; all rotten.

She'll turn on you fast,
Then have you thrown in jail.
And off to find another sucker,
That'll buy her shit for sale.

The bitch is a terrorist,
The worst of all kinds.
Set out to kill the world,
Destroying feeble minds.

Damn that Chrystal,
Wish her labs would all blow up.
But of the few that do,
Somewhere new,
Her offspring always shows up.


Written on 12/25/04
with many prayers for
B.K. 3/6/20       RIP
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