Tendrils of green lace the poetry walls
Leeching the blood of those she enthralls
Finding a crack she works her way in
To inject her poison, a glorified sin
Poisonous ivy looks coy at a glance
Don't let it surround you, you won't have a chance
It'll cling like a parasite, sucking you dry
Bleeding your words and watching you die
So if you see ivy, too good to be true
It probably is, here's what you should do:
Light up a match and burn it from the roots
To kill poisonous ivy and the music she flutes.
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