Any truth contained in this poem is strictly unintentional. – Owen

And like so many rich girls that he’d known,
She thought that she could ‘fix’ him with her love;
But he knew, soon, that her mind would be blown –
He thought he’d felt what she’d been dreaming of —

He didn’t used to be this sort of guy,
But recklessness had come with pure intent;
These rich girls never knew the reasons why,
Wrapped up in their cocoons, so innocent

He knew the path, he didn’t step amiss,
And what she swore she’d never, ever do
Was left behind the seventh kind of kiss,
With every pore awake, and breathing through

Manipulators are the very worst —
But frequently, they tend to be the first