The letters were in red
it carried a danger sign
it was clear
it was bold
everybody could see it
it was a warning
stories my father told me
hey son, what you are looking at is alluring.
It is addictive
it make ur brain, malfunctional
stories my father told me:
he said to me,
my father told me
my mother warned me
beware
beware my son
she comes with all the enticement
all her beauty
all her elegance
she walks softly to your heart
my son iam telling you now
i was once told
be vigillant!
Stories my father told me
in her schemings, she makes u see good', he said
she is like a virus
opportunistic in nature
my son, watch it!
I was told
i followed dis path
my path was illumed
