He was a kind and a dependable mate
Ate every morsel served on the plate
Toed a line that was ever straight
Kind to a fault his only bad trait
He’d been such a good man ‘till that date
But then a brazen red talon sealed his fate
It’s nothing she gives as she takes all you’ve got
Your soul she turns cold as your pulse she runs hot
The words a gypsy told him as a young tot
Now a grown man those words were forgot
Beware the red taloned woman
Another Friday night hanging out with the men
Teasing as they’re wont to do now and again
That at thirty he was for all intents still a virgin
They all knew how picky he was with women
But then a red taloned gal crooked a finger at him
And they all swore they heard his neck pop in the spin
Her half concealed eyes seemed to be for just one
He was warned she’ll be the end of you son
But the warning was forgotten, he was simply undone
Brother, it was over before it begun
Beware the red taloned woman
Trapped in the headlights of her hips sway
Before Luna passed again their way
She had become his married lady
First he lost ability to have his own say
Her meanness caused friends to fall away
As he himself slowly started to fray
Her sexuality a hex she used to subdue
Nipped like only a man in lust could do
He didn’t first notice the changes she put him through
Forgot he was warned she’ll steal the heart out of you
Beware the red taloned woman
While he worked to the bone as she lounged about divine
Wearing expensive fur, sipping expensive wine
He fell into the groove of buying her everything fine
She went alone out to town dressed to the nine
His friends tried to shore up his lack of spine
But red taloned fingers kept him neatly in line
At least until the first of his credits decline
Never satisfied with whatever he’d try
Her body no longer in quick supply
He starts to see she was bleeding him dry
Long forgotten warnings held the answers why
Beware the red taloned woman
Her merest wish he aspired to demand
She thought she had him under total command
He followed when she went out for a night’s stand
She knew he watched as she loved another in the sand
She laughed until she saw the gun in his hand
Now he’s serving twenty at state prison upland
He wonders how his neat life ripped at the seams
Then the gypsy’s words come back in his dreams
For four nights straight they feltthe jolt of his screams
Beware the red taloned woman
It’s nothing she gives as she takes all you’ve got
He was warned she’ll be the end of you son
Her sexuality a hex she used to subdue
Long forgotten warnings held the answers why
Beware the red taloned woman
Beware the red taloned woman
Beware the red taloned woman
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The judge who sentenced him probably thought himself quite superior. But…
* groans out loud * Oh my stars that was bad Bob!
ah he should’ve listened to his friends…but there is that kind of sex that makes you throw all warnings in the wind..and when you wake up..it’s too late… sad story, fine story telling and written in an awesome flow…very nice..
Thank you Claudia.
Awesome write, Raivenne! I’ve been there, and also been the one to warn friends–who never listen! Oh… I didn’t listen either. Never mind.
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/02/14/i-cant-do-this-anymore/
We live long enough, I think we all chalk up at least one “wish I had listened”. Thanks Charles.
daaaaamn….. Loved this poem, Raivenne! Read like a true ballad … loved the repetition … awesome storyline … and I understand how he feels, real ting. Great job babe!
Oh really? What were their names? I tease! I tease! Thanks Bajan.
LOL u naughty girl LOL!
Keep writing honey … I’m so impressed … LOVE IT!
really nice story telling in this…love how you break out the refrain as it gives weight and def easy to slip into something you never intended, but when you realise it, it is far too late….
Oh that darn 20/20 hindsight! Thank you Brian.
This is a song in the making and the telling. Great story told often, but here with a fresh take and sustained irony.