Think you’re tough?
Think you’re rough?
Acting such a rogue is just
your bluff.
Storming from the table,
Cast your lot into a Cain and
Able fable.
Alibis disguise your lies.
Still your dastard hand, you
bastard.
You’ll not handle me in
conquest,
Not without a heavy price.
I have seen your
heavy-handed
Grand manipulations landed
squarely
On an unsuspecting jaw
Just like a Billy club.
Bullish in your swank and
swagger.
Swooping, storming in a
lather.
Total disregard, no
conscience.
Lower than the lowest grub.
Someday you’ll get your
come-uppance,
Though it may not be from me.
I just hope to be around.
It’s something I would like
to see.
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