Hidden Agenda

When I see that wretched woman
With malice in her eyes.
I see the psycho twitching
Behind her vicious lies.
She sobs for the courtroom
But veils a vampy grin.
The ugliness in her face
Is just as deep within.
She trained her little monkeys
To scream and cry in fright.
Daddy is the monster
That makes us cry at night!
She will stop at nothing
To make him pay in pain
Every tear she takes from him
She considers one more gain.
The kids will one day see her
As the monster she tries to hide
But it will be too late
To run to daddy's side
The bridges must be burned
To keep evil far away
Poor little flying monkeys
Have chosen her side to stay.

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