Evasive is your color for being Stupid

Question you and

there goes your hand

I won’t turn red

when you shake your big head

Your eyes tell the story

of your reckless spiteful glory

Pity it serves you well

looking like you could sell

A big of what you know

Purely as dirty snow

Even coy is more coy

than you

Hand is always in

the cookie jar

named Belle

She took your soul to Hell

And you never came back

No matter how much

you think you are dodging

A dominant b***h touch

has you flogging

But You fail to wipe it

from the corners of your mouth

Now you’re here

And your mind is gone

Shed a tear

Then carry on

In disbelief

you cause much grief

Posing like an Indian Chief

captured after relief

Wherefore does your smile go

with brain in tow

Gently does water flow

While the breeze tells it so