snared in the trap

snared in the trap
that the cat laid
the mouse got trapt
and got laid
the cheese was the bait
and got his hands
he came to taste
and it got out of hand
she keeps out her eye
for possible people
to get snared
in her web of evil
she cares about one thing
her own personal pleasure
doesnt care how she gets it
who when why or where
jam a needle
in her arm
steal a buck
mouth is warm
but eyes are empty
soul is gone
she fucked her brains out
so forlorn
inside she's fragile
like thin glass
black rim glasses
indie girl crass
she'd listen to beck
and other hipster tunes
everything was andymans
all doom and gloom
she'd never get emotions
across to anyone
never figured it out
never get shit done
instead sat around
smoked pot all day
drank whiskey and kissed me
and damien whisked her away
maybe she pulled the strings
and he was the puppet
i guess im out her pocket
and no longer her muppet