A lways filled with indirect inuendo...
B ubbling forth from your poison pen...
U tilizing everyone that you've 'fooled'...
L oving your Lions Den;
L iving for pain to inflict...
Y our idea of a 'Powerful' time...
I nflicting your very worst...
N ever claiming it to be your crime;
T otally cruel in an insande 'Rage'...
O verwhelmed by your very 'mean'...
W illie Wonkers of nightmares...
N ever ever what you seem;
An Acrostic
True
For: Underneath The Umbrella
1974-2010
Shared with many here...
All of it
There are no secrets
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