The Man
The man, the man, the man is he,
spinning his web for you to see,
he'll lure you in with out a doubt,
he offers a dream, another way out.
People come, people go, from all walks of life,
the man feeds his army, with endless appetites.
Like fly's to the web the man will entice,
as he slowly traps you with endless delights.
He'll stalk you, he'll hunt you, he'll seek you out,
he'll pray on your weakness, even by word of mouth.
The treats he has in store go by many names,
but once he traps you, you will never be the same.
So deceptive is the man and the web he weaves,
trying to leave to trace of where he has been.
If the man leaves another will soon arrive,
there is a man everywhere, in poverty he thrives.
He has so many faces, and goes by many names,
but what he does always remains the same.
For the man and me are no stranger you see,
his treats helped me escape my reality.
I was dependent on the man, for the longest time,
trapped in his web, not understanding why.
Do you know what the biggest impact the man has had on my life,?
after he visited my father, my father died.
(In memory of my father, who died of a drug overdose when I was 12 Years old)
M.Mahauariki © 2012
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