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He was
raised in the country, a town in the North,
With a small population, but then he came forth,
To the din of the city, the traffic and smog,
Congested like ant-hills and thick as a fog.
He rented
a penthouse, a place with a view,
And was ready to party, (His 'City Debut').
He was now in the city and out for a spree,
When in a small nightclub he met sweet
Marie.
She
promised him pleasure, a place in the sun,
She promised him thrills and a whole lot of fun.
He fell for her charms and her little white lies,
As he looked at her beauty and gazed in her
eyes.
She
looked like an angel, (but one from below),
A devil at heart, she could give a great show,
While he was entranced by her figure and form,
He had no idea he'd entered a storm.
She
pushed all his buttons, and then made him dance,
He did all her bidding as if in a trance,
A pawn in the making, a sucker for sure,
He fell for her bait and he swallowed her
lure.
For
drugs, prostitution and fraud were her ways,
They filled all her nights and consumed all her
days,
But the country-boy saw only what he would see,
Like a man in the forest who can't see the
trees.
Surprise
overtook him when things turned out wrong,
And those from the streets said he didn't belong,
"Go back to the country and give up this scene,
Or you'll find more trouble than you've ever
dreamed."
But he
would not listen, for he was in love,
Marie was his life; his "Sweet Thing from above",
It wasn't until his arrest for some drugs,
The boy understood, she was not worth her
hugs.
His time
behind bars was a hard thing to bear,
He knew he'd been framed, and it just wasn't
fair,
So now he is back in his Northern Hometown,
No more will he live like a fool and a
clown.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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