She has a halo you can
Always almost see
Her kiss will not set
You free
It lingers like a hook
Now you wriggle on
The line
Tasted
You are rotten fruit
On the vine
Wasted
The problem
Wasn’t your
Bad advice
It was
That I took
It.

editors note: The dupe after the dare. (See – and hear – another mad splash on Zim’s page – check it out!) – mh clay