Master of Disguise

Evil, dark, cunning,

She comes for us running…

 

Tricky, sly, sneaky,

She takes over so fast,   who is she???

 

Lie, cheat, steal,

Never the real her revealed…

 

Tease, attack, then kill,

For her death is the only thing that’s real…

 

By: Corrie Pearson about drugs/meth

9/12/2002

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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