THE FALSE FEEDING

She thinks she walks gracefully
Down the third floor alley
She thinks she is nice to all
But there's something behind the wall

Then there's this one man
Who had a master plan
He can see something beyond
And that's something to look on

That b***h works for this man
The man who holds all the plan
But the man doesnt know the fact
That b***h is a two-or-maybe-more-face act

I hate the b***h now even more
Because of her act and much-much more
I blame it all to the man's fault
For listening to her too much though at fault

Then comes this funniest part
Where the trust ring has fallen apart
The b***h is slowly departing
And the man seems to be following

Ain't that miraculously funny
When you dont have any trustee
Though you used to be the listener and keeper
Like keeping a poo-poo in a diaper

Let the man keep trusting the b***h
Let the b***h keep on being a b***h
One fine day they'll be fighting
Because of the False Feeding

p/s: Jangan paksa aku buat puisi tak senonoh macam ni lagi.