The Vixen

Who was it then who stole her man?
She thinks about it, hour on hour;
She sees a vixen in her mind,
A ruthless tramp who used her pow’r

To break a marriage, carelessly,
Some slut who took him by surprise:
Instead of someone, just like her,
Who had been fooled by smiles
And lies

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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