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GETTING PAID
It is often said
You may get paid
In your own coins.
That happens when
The tables are turned
And the fingers are burnt.
On the tower to stay
A heavy price you pay
To make a designed foray
Across many layers of grey.
You deceive none other than you
And let your pricey self-esteem devalue.
Instead you may walk upright
Try not to scale the insecure height
Take along others on road by your side
Let unerring conscience be the constant guide.
You would then fill many hearts with benevolence
And would earn getting paid in their coin of reverence.
February 20, 2018
Horror Story.
Wife’s gone to bed, there’s a spooky sound
Still scared of the dark when no one’s around
I hear her snore in the room above,
A reassuring growl, is just enough
In the film a killer is stalking
All the lights off, no one’s talking
Turn on the lights, an involuntary scream
Has no affect on those in the scene
A glint of a knife, raised in a hand
Bet she regrets this one-night stand
I know, I know, it’s only acting
I could tell, the kind she’s attracting
I’d have given her really sound advice
Forget the murderer, find someone nice.
But no, he’s here, no is not the answer
She’s an undercover cop, not exotic dancer
The tables are turned, during the struggle
I sneak off to bed, give the wife a cuddle.
David Cox 17/02/23
DOG DAY AFTERNOON
Old hound takes a nap in the shade of the trees
No pep, no sap, no afternoon breeze
He's much too lazy to chase the neighborhood cat
Who sauntered on by, and smugly sat
She taunts and preens, this feline brat
Hound opens one eye, scratches this and that
Too lazy to notice the bothersome cat
So Miss Cat curls up to take a nap
The hound, the cat, snooze side by side
Till the afternoon sun bids the day goodbye
Old hound wakes up, yawns and stretches
Miss Cat wakes too, her behind itches
They groom, and lick and scratch their fleas
No modesty, they bathe with ease
Then the hound stands up, with change of heart
He starts to growl, that's when trouble starts!
Miss Cat perks up, the tables are turned
She attacks full force, her neighbor is spurned!
Now things are as normal, as they can be
Old hound chases Miss Cat...right up the tree!
'Tis another moonlit night.
My prey is within my sight.
His thinking, that was his mistake
That I, alone was his to just take.
Oh but the tables are turned
As it is his flesh that is burned.
He watched me from afar
And takes me to his car.
Just like any man that sees me
He thinks it was his destiny.
Oh it was definitely an act of fate
One that he won't get long to hate.
For you see I am not what I appear
You think I am a lady that is dear.
I am actually waiting for your gall
And that will lead to your downfall.
I will let you think that I am yours
As we are heading out of these doors.
I will tell pretty little lies to you
What's in store? You have no clue.
As we go back to your room
It is to lead you to your doom.
My partner patiently awaits
The diversion I create.
Once we are inside
You realize I lied
There is no help for you
This is something I must do.
Oh you try so hard to flee
But we keep you with much glee.
As we hack away at your body
Our work is not very shoddy.
We enjoy the blood shed
As your flesh we do shred.
Time for the body and clothes to burn
Leaving no evidence was easy to learn.
Men out there beware
Approach me if you dare.
My lover and I have not a care.
This game we take everywhere.