Hooligan

You cannot barter or disdain

This flesh-eating hooligan, this devil, this saint.

Disguised as he may be in hooded robe,

Distant in shadows he strikes his prey.

 

By day you may know him again and again

As he changes his mask to suit purpose and cause.

But light from above pales sinister eyes

That strike like daggers impaling the heart.

 

I was the foolish one, innocent victim,

Giving in blindly for promises made.

Never conceiving deceit in the bargain,

Never foreseeing the price I must pay.

 

Woe be to you who sets caution aside

When the hooligan bastard touches your sleeve.

Better to look into fire-wielding eyes and

To know who your enemy is from the start.