Underhanded Avenue

Underhanded Avenue your pavement even though filled with murky jaggedly rough trails
Why do you beckon me come through tonight? Haven’t you led enough astray this day?
Why bother me leading me mockingly down your darkened path?
Your sneering lips are laughing at me and playing your cunning rotten game
While holding out a falsely helping hand extending it ludicrously in my way.
Enough I’ve had of you for good, go down your corner and let me turn away.