It was served on a tray
So you thought you’d have one
Did you care not or pray
That I wouldn’t click on?
You wanted to play
You wanted your fun
You chose to stray
You chose to run
Nothing you can say
The damage is done
So now you can pay
For your day in the sun
(c) varey 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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