'Gold Foil for fools'

You could be a Gandhi,

But to life you won't be handy

Unless you're the best dressed

( meaning: skimpiest )

Damsel in distress

You see this, This is

An irrelevant joke -

Satan's hoax on all of us.

She seems delicate, the woman, the serpent.

It is to her golden tracks (covering smoldering horns)

that men fall prey

She slithers seductively into swollen souls,

surrounding hearts, sucking essence for collection

It's just a game to her, his prize serpent.

Gaining control whilst playing the damsel's role

Clever and lovely, she crushes dreams slowly

White swan ballet, She lives only to play

All the broken hearted are soon dearly departed

As they sever fate's thread with thick-twisted rope- they're dead

Life shows favor to the fair of skin

He cares not for the heart within

It may be rotten or not even there

But as I said, He really doesn't care.