The Stinging Tail

Malign me to your heart’s content Though it makes no difference Cos your vile vitriol denotes a malcontent Drowning in a bay bereft of synergy science. In your time of need, I lent you my shoulders To cry on. Paradox! I nurtured a ribald rival Whose motivation smashed my reputation on boulders That quickly and methodically defied my survival. Forgiveness, my friend, trounces the transgression Laced with laceration to a high degree Meant to promote the mote of ardent aggression Although progress demands and commands a pacific pedigree. In the end, my friend, pride and prejudice bend to etiquette Enhanced and balanced to smash the splash of the marsh That engulfs your greedy gulp on a treachery ticket Invited to prevent evolving events from crashing a courtesy calabash.