the bad song

The affairs of the hearts

The eyes are wide open to see

It is only the mind blank it out

It doesn’t want to hear the bad song

The fruit of romance

The lust of sex in the mind

Once it takes hold

Nothing will stop its glow

The fruit of labour

Carrying on in secret

It makes life glow

Without thinking of the bad song

The taste of lust

It will corrupt the mind

The consequences hide

Telling lies all the time

In today’s gadgets

Nothing can be hidden for long

When the grapevine plays the news

The pack of hounds will do the stake out

The forbidden fruit

It always roars in the mind

Once it has tasted it

The regret may fall in pieces