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I'M Feeling Impish
He acts like a friend but it’s a disguise
Spouting God’s word, yet he’s telling lies
On returning he’s now causing trouble
Oh how I’d dearly wish to burst his bubble
He’s climbed to the top of the bigot tree
With nasty comments made for all to see
He removes them but not on a whim
Victimiser just claims he’s the victim
He thinks he’s clever, but does forget
That when you post on the internet
Even if bad comments you erase
Everything remains in cyber space
Copyright ©
Jan Allison
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