XX

XX (aka peter’d out and double crossed)

Have you ever had a friend,
That petered out?
Is that how you found out,
What they-r ‘ll about?

Have you ever been double crossed?
Stiffed? Stuffed? Stripped?
Have you ever been double crossed?
Mished. Mashed. Messed.

Too bad for their fate,
But, don’t let it get you irate!
Better to find out,
What they-r ‘ll about,
Before it’s too late,
And, they castrate…
Berate… degenerate.

Noooo… I choose to create!

Give ’em enough rope,
To prove their scope,
They define:
Lifeline?
Or, is their definition too loose,
As they build (fasten) their own noose?

Have you ever had a friend,
That petered out?
Is that how you found out,
What they-r ‘ll about?

Have you ever been double crossed?
Stiffed? Stuffed? Stripped?
Have you ever been double crossed?
Mished. Mashed. Messed.

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