They will come in all colours with different sized feet
From the girl in the chip shop to the Bobby on the beat
Useful for something they could not quite reach
They'll use what they can whilst draining you like a leech

They come in all shapes and sexes
Hence the majority will be your one time exes
Grateful at the time for the experience bold and new
Now left on the pile just simmering away with the plenty and the few

They ring you when its something you never really expected
A coffee in the park
A chat on the past
And then boom
A cash loan in their pocket
You'll soon get it back with a slap on the back
Followed by a cheque that will never clear

They know their intentions but its never once mentioned
This pain they cause to us all
If its not money then its friendship
This false sense of kinship
That fools us and hurts when it falls

The user is a coward
Desperate to climb that tower
That you built whilst they weren't watching

The user is a prey
Conniving everyday
Just watch where your next step may take you

The User

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