Mr. Voodoo - Poem by Raynette Quel
Falling for the no good is what I seem to do
It all comes so naturally
Like crazy voodoo
I push, kick and scream for you to go away
Yet you take it and enjoy it and take a seat and stay
Tell me Mr. Voodoo
What should I do?
Since all I seem to do is fall for you
It seems it’d be simple
It used to be
But what you don’t see
Is as soon as I fall
Your back is all I’ll see.
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