Spare me the moves
of a sligh tongue twisting
and contorting vague riddles
excuses of promises left undone
wit misused as the shadow's gun
a sad recollection when the problem was solved
a web of lies a tomb of wrong
how eloquently crafted
the lies dealt and spawned
I see you now
a fake a fraud
but no good sir I will not run
after all the fun has only begun...
and the winner takes all.