in a sense,
of wickedness,
my twisted dreams,
hopes and fears,
haunt me,
from dawn till dusk,
I must tell you,
the deep inside you,
is the same feeling,
I was introduced to.
being wicked is so much fun,
think of all the schemes we can put on,
tricks and teases,
embarrassment then leads.
the sensation of getting back at someone,
is almost better than not getting caught.
oh the feeling of joy overpowers all,
as your victims plead and bawls
show no mercy,
I give it to em good and hard,
make them regret the day they pissed you off.
Be wicked inside,
its so much fun.
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Poetryeverything in this book is original. i come up with all myself. i dont do the whole "rights reserved" thing, but just dont steal my stuff.