Stay Away
I am an illness, a plague, a drought.
As soon as I come in, you'll want me out.
I am a sunburn, acne, a mole.
I'll guide you to the end of a hole.
I am a poison, a vice, a drug.
Just a package you'll have to lug.
I am a lair, a bitch, a cheat.
When you're down you'll face my feet.
I am terrible. Trust me, it's true.
So the only thing I ask of you
Is to stay away from this wicked beast
'Cause if you don't you'll be deceased.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoetrySo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
