Bad fruit, Twisted minds

Fertile minds can bear bad fruit

Good thoughts only are a fool’s thoughts solely

A lady has sex thoughts: roll me

A gentleman petty: blow me!

All to prove that we are not as well as we look on the outside.

Everybody’s just a little sick and twisted.

Proven by the glint in the eye,

Many have missed it

And the flicker of the tongue

Some have dreamt to kiss this

And that as their thoughts

Would put them

Flat on their backs.

Yet, there’s doom too

Some think gloom through

The days and nights

Clever but imagining fights, crashing flights

Oh what we think of does not reflect one’s heart, though

A wicked smile, but cardiac glow

It is those who act on these

Horrid time takers

The sadistic love makers

And maniac stalkers

Who keep girls panties

In remote lockers

They are a bit more than

A little sick or twisted

We who suppress the evil in

 Our nature and spin great

Deeds and ideas are gifted. YaSaBa