Would you jump
Into my grave as quick?
If I was dead
Would you want a bit?
A piece of the action
Would you cling on to my coat tails
And be a stowaway in my coffin
Or basically into my back fire nails?
Just like with the Ten Of Swords
I am almost dead
Will you now hijack the angel
I fly to heaven with?
Without having the courtesy
To simply ask for a lift
Would you rather be a snake in the grass
Sneak around and hiss?
You’re not the first
And I doubt you’ll be the last
I’ve seen the likes of you before,
Mr Snake In The Grass
And no matter how many times
I’ve heard this expression before
Imitation aint the highest form of flattery
It’s a parasite feasting on you
From behind closed doors
All you had to do
Was be upfront and honest
Tell me what you were up to
Instead of keeping it under the bonnet
Well, you’ve violated my trust
And it will never be restored
Safe to say I don’t need
A ‘friendship’ like yours
To ensure I learn from this
I’ll consign you to the scrap heap
Cut all ties hence forth
For I can do without deceit
And in future ever more
Will I my own council keep
For why should you off the back of
another’s hard work
Such precious benefits reap?!