In the grass you were hidden
from view, poison you did spit
to others about me, I didn't do
you wrong, but in the long grass
of friends you were obscured
from my view.

But your fangs you had got in
to others, lies were your venom,
untruths spread through the
minds of those you had bitten.
Was it some thing I had done,
but I thought what was it them
not me.

It wasn't just me you were jealous
of, for when the long grass was
cut the whispers bleed from its
roots, showing that you were biting
lies to others not just about me
but all of us.