Back Stabber
I can't help but laugh, because you thought you could get over.
You followed me down the path through the garden of the four leaf clover.
You kept a bag of tricks, and hid your true feelings well.
I raised my crucifix, and rebuked you back to hell!
See, I keep my enemies close, and I don't expose my hand.
Just like a wilted rose, I avoided you through our desolate land.
You kept up at a steady pace, and I allowed you to slowly follow.
I recognized the mask on your face, and the taste of defeat, I refused to swallow!
I should've expected, when you watched every move I made.
My goals were unaffected, I just dusted myself off, and put on a band-aid!
It is you who looks back at the situation, seeing the friendship you lost.
Your treachery is an abomination, and your back stabbing came at a helluva cost!
Ears are for hearing, I heard you whispering to a friend or two.
I emerged from the clearing, and I never imagined the back stabber was you!!!
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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