Demented
Madman.
Oh
god he's coming over,
where
can I hide ?
I
have tried to avoid him,
not
just his irey gaze,
but
all his deceitful ways.
He
doesn't remember,
or
choose not to believe,
last
week he couldn't drive,
to
go to a family party,
now
he's torching the tarmac.
He'll
want feeding,
but
I have no money.
And
he'll try to play the,
oh
I'm old and skint card,
like
he always does with me.
He
forgets my name,
but
I guess it's not
so
important, he can still breath.
And
he can still decide,
which
truth he believes today.
I
should feel closer,
but
he's no friend of mine.
He
lies and lies all the time,
does
he think no-one notices,
the
disparity of his words and actions?
And
now he's arriving,
expecting
hospitality and kind,
when
all he'll find here,
is
an empty house
like
his empty soul.
I
wonder does he forget,
or
is he just evil,
through
and through like before,
when
all his deeds were hollow,
and
his honesty totally lost.
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