Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Two against one
In an epic battle for first dibs
The word is out and it's not good
The flames are getting closer
Your time is almost up

A cycle of deceit has began
They don't fool me, not yet
Still pure and mild mannered
A word of caution
Nothing is ever as it seems

Enjoy that posh flat
Those visits into cultural oblivion
Don't get burned honey
A pretty girl comes a dime a dozen