Short Fear And Loathing Poems

What Goes Around Comes Around

Born of a cloth wrapped in fear and loathing

A dyed in the wool wolf in sheep's clothing

A scoundrel at heart for all here to see

No sacrifice made or hero to be

A braggart that speaks only tongue and cheek

A coward at best that preys on the weak

What goes around comes around without a sound 

So when the time comes lies dead on the ground