The Mountains Of Restrictions Poem by poppy miller

Oh the mountains of convictions
Hold a good girl to restrictions
To have respect, love and give a care
She usually knows by six or seven
That the good girls go to heaven
And the bad girls? Well they go everywhere.
So if you're a good girl with restrictions
From the mountains of convictions
Halfway up and halfway down its stair
Take a trip across the plain
Where they're sipping their champagne
Because the bad girls, well… they go everywhere.