What Goes Around Comes Around
Born of a cloth wrapped in fear and loathing
A dyed in the wool wolf in sheep's clothing
A scoundrel at heart for all here to see
No sacrifice made or hero to be
A braggart that speaks only tongue and cheek
A coward at best that preys on the weak
What goes around comes around without a sound
So when the time comes lies dead on the ground
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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