.:The E-Double-Oh-Cee:.

 
Once sighted... The setup was to…cross, cross
For her, he would fan dangle the bridge. That bridge heading for trouble
He was dangling love, cloaking lust. The trouble for which they’d come
Two 2get together for the fun. The love upon which she shouldn’t go
And for that lust… again, the setup was to cross, cross
She would walk from no gain towards an ending with a treacherous loss
Wasn’t as though Slim wasn’t fast. Perhaps she was just a few steps too slow
Regardless, he came forward coming across as Mr. True Blue
Very convincing… the setup to cross, cross
 
“for sure he thought he knew that she knew
            knowing all about these cool crossings
                  the carnal crazy ones which were soon to be ventured
                                  fun & games baby and no, we won’t be censored”

That’s what he thought. And yeah, she ventured
She had thought she had heard him right  
Thought she had saw the light. But no, that was during the day
Now this… this was now the nighttime and
for all his chivalry…For all that it was worth, well,
all that had just faded away
She told him, she had dreamt she would be with him
He told her, “No Slim, that was just a wishful thought
That’s just the buy-in wherein
you got bought”

Now caught…she’s a fan now dangled in fantasy
Him dangling love while cloaking lust
His and others; and those others?
We’ll just call them his Fraternizing Brothers
A Court of Liars with their Circles of Fires..
Pent-up and like him... Setup to cross, cross

Obviously she was one of the naïve… one of those trusting few
He, the poser, not at all one of the True Blue
Absent in him was the High of being humble
But she…she’d be the one to tumble  
For he had long ago descended along with his hunger
Him and the others; gone on from their idle boredom
They went sacredly into a forte of wilding out
Plummeting deeper into the depths of pure idolatry
Him and his peers and their Bad Boy chemistry
Sets of something else altogether…
Calling it…a change up in the weather

Thoughts of sunshine?

They now have stormed into a crazy hazy hue
Here & now staging another incident
Another accident
One about to happen…on purpose
The purpose?   The collusion of collision
With his crew of Bad Boys wanting to upload the pile up
'Cause without doubt this “move” was about to bring his style up
She, his new-found acquaintance
She was about to be “that” something new
And it ain’t got nuthin to do with his heart being or not being true
As it was, someone in his crew
They had whispered, “Ross is Boss; let’s just see what it do”

And with that.. The eerie thoughts compounded  
The evil surrounded taking its turn to increase its yield
And with the package from his pocket
Its contents were like a rocket
Formulated to drag her into their killing field
Where in the overnight? The burn was to turn into another day
Then that day would roll-on into a week
By then seguing into a fools-on Overture of Weakness
Hot cocks & cold clammy hands
Appendages of so-called friends
The ones posing as fans
Motivated to remain engaged in this
Them saying in unison… “Well let’s just go on and freak wit this…
C’mon homie, you said she wasn’t a Personal so…
There’s NO time here for your meekness”

Peer pressure had morphed in him to go along with his crew’s evil pleasure
A sensory overload by any measure
A vile episode of Beasts getting out-of-hand
Preying upon a weakness
As much
as they
can

This was to be a date rape extraordinaire’
Wherein the “Extra-Outta-Order-Crew”
They just didn’t care
Not thinking
could be their sister
in this type
of affair

Blown minds of a beastly kind
Playing mates of
the Unfair.





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photo:  justin mott   -    prompt:  little red riding hood