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This Tricky Cunning Fellow


One so young, gone

A companion of all, a lover of none

Like a thief in the night

This tricky cunning fellow will come and ***** out your light

A king’s nightmare, a mother’s worst enemy

This tricky cunning fellow is a respecter of none, trust me
An experience will change your life forever

Nowhere to run, cower or hide when he comes like an uninvited lover

He will dine and wine with you, dropping one or two lies as he whispers to you

Be not deceived, his goal isn’t to tease or please, he is there just to ruin

No number of warriors, magicians or strong towers can keep him back

This tricky cunning fellow is a master in the art of war, he will simply attack

Just when your guard is down and when you least expect, calamity strikes!

Only then would you get the fame and love you so desired via a thousand Facebook likes

Friends and family who never cared for you, yet smiling while baring envious teeth

But it is that tricky cunning fellow who opened your eyes to see the truth, by closing it

For some a time to eat and drink and show their affluence

Instead of reflection and regrets while they mourn in silence

But their time cometh one way or another, whether by man, man-made or natural causes

Everyone must submit to his wit, charm and supernatural forces
A recruitment not even age, class, creed or *** can be exempt from its call

Child, rich, poor, male, female, sick, healthy, black or white, must fall in line, not one, but all

A race where there is no winner or loser, just a referee blowing a whistle to start the run

This tricky cunning fellow is indeed a companion of all, and a lover of none