The talebearer knows how to tell a lie.
Unlike the deathsman who wants you to die
the whisperer makes a monkey out of You
and spreads stories smelling like a loo.
You get frustrated and almost start to cry
thinking of killing him and saying goodbye.
But you are a noble man of the finest brew,
don't kill him and get dirty on your shoe
Slap him in the face like William Bligh.
Give him some lashes but not enough to die.
And then on his black tongue stick some glue,
now he will never tell lies about You.
Fri vers av Peter Romance
Publicerad 2015-12-11 08:41
karenina
The worst kind. Nightmare. A very well written text mr Romance.
2015-12-11