Quid Pro Quo
You’re going around town telling all who care to listen
that I’ve got an axe to grind, I’m picking on your brain.
But you know damn well it is nothing like that at all,
you have been nasty and you are acting like a fool.
Remember when you were spreading innuendoes?
so I put you in your place, punched you on the nose.
How did it feel when you were at the receiving end,
it hurt so badly, didn’t it, you back-stabbing fiend?
You’re up to no good, you don’t amount to anything
and you do not realize all the harm that you bring.
You act so surprised why people stay away from you,
how can you be so naïve that you can’t see the clue.
Now you complain that I’m warlike, rough and mean,
yet you go on with your wicked ways just the same.
If you know what’s good for you learn how to behave,
lay off me and just hibernate in your lonely cave.
You sow what you reap and you reap what you sow,
at the end of the day it will always come back to you.
For the karmic wheel keeps on spinning, you know,
you may be up now but you could be down tomorrow.
So listen, buddy, here’s a piece of friendly advice:
try some kindness if you expect people to be nice.
Show some respect and you will get plenty in return,
never play with fire if you do not want to get burned.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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