Taking Out the Trash
He kept tabs on me at first, just like he was a stalker
then turned on his charm and became a sweet talker
I was too naïve to realize why he was being so nice,
and all the while his duplicitous heart was cold as ice.
He led others into his lair with all his trash talkin lies
and they fell for his garbage. They wouldn't criticize
anything he fed them. They continued to do his bidding
and I laughed at them thinking, You've got to be kidding!
Wise up to his disguised friendship, rubbish, and rubble.
I'd love to be the one to burst this charlatan's big bubble.
Forgive me if you think that I'm being harsh and too crass,
but this conniver needs a few good kicks in his deceitful ass!
If any of you reading this want to offer me a helping hand,
we could throw him in a dumpster by our popular demand!
If not I'll find a clever method to expose him on my own.
His crap needs to be flushed away as he sits upon his throne.
7/16/2016
Garbage Contest-Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016
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