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2/23/18


On me you'd tittle tattle
Too often you told me fiddle-faddle
Now you're beginning to unravel
Can't even handle
Your own battle
And are being used an example
For what happens when you pull a scandal


You told me claptrap
It's time I speed off on you like Amtrak
Time I rise like Nasdaq
And get the better hand in blackjack

You told me nonstop
Hog wash
And got caught
When you talked bosh

Near endless drivel
You often told me piffle
You don't know how to play the fiddle
Or how to make a missile

Hola
You're full of
Crapola
You haven't been on a gondola
Or ever used a bola
And still drive a Corolla

You told me tommyrot
And I knew right away, at a coffee shop
When you kept spewing poppyc...
I knew you were as useful as a soggy sock

What you say is disregarded
You told me garbage
Never once did you get involved in carnage
Or end up in an area that was uncharted

Between you and me there is a difference
You continually told me gibberish
With ignorance
And everyone got sick of it

You kept telling bunk
And selling junk
Thinking your shit never stunk
Now everyone thinks of you as a punk
Whose ship is sunk

Don't try to apologize
It's no suprise
I could see it in your eyes
You told me lies
Which wasn't wise
And quickly led to your demise
As well as you rotting beside the flies

Seeing right through the suspense
Playing both sides of the fence
At your own expense
You told me nonsense
Hence the cost for you was immense


You told me nothing but bulls...
Next thing I knew you did bite the bullet

The same old spiel
You told me you were real
Then from me you tried to steal
After that ordeal
I soon saw you keel

User beware
I always knew life wasn't fair
You told me you would be right there
And when shit hit the fan, I didn't see you anywhere
Yet another one full of hot air
I guess they didn't have a prayer
Since they fell into a pit of despair

You told me nothing but malarkey
And for that you'll be sorry

Smells like you stepped in dookie
Never once spoke truly
You told me phooey
You've never fired an uzi
Except for on Call of Duty
Now excuse me
I'm going to take advantage of opportunity
Make money, and possibly spend it foolishly
Like I do usually


As a matter of fact
You told me you had my back
Then set me up in a trap
In hopes that I would get whacked
Typical, pitiful crap
Seen all over the map
It all was an act
By another rat
Who was taken out fast
Buried underneath stones, dirt, and grass
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