Friend or Foe


Here ye, here ye. You must listen to me
For what I must say could paralyze you
A deadly kiss from a brown recluse
You’re a nobody turned kemosabe

Like a war vet, my dog tags are bruised
They tell the story of us: paradise
Please pass the pudding as I have no proof
Of a primrose path - or is it demise

Either way my heart will keep on mourning
Unseen and unheard until I’m a woman scorning

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