I’d rather we not do this,
I’d rather not be fooled
if ever there was promise,
it sure did have me schooled.
.
I see you with that devilish glare
that glinter in your eyes.
The glimmer in that deathly stare
shows truth behind the lies
.
And yet I be,
just little old me
Asleep, aslumber here.
And yes, I be,
yes, little odd me,
A threat, a danger – dear?
.
Yes there you go,
upset once more
At who, what, when and why.
Whichever what which that arose
from those who walked on by.
.
And now you turn – on me you turn,
and cast those devilish eyes.
Thinking, really thinking, you could take me by surprise
You huff and puff – and puff and huff,
I have nothing but sighs,
you charge at me – you’ve had enough,
reluctantly, I rise.