Monday, May 07, 2012

Sly Fox

In life one meets crafty gals n guys
Are nothing more then a heap of lie
Ridiculous  cheats,  of every line
guessed the tale? hanging thereby

Shamelessly Steal, then bray on (others) talents
Oh Lord! help such shadowy spys
Their empty boasting, and cheap self praise
Shallowness making a hue and  cry

 Its God’s gift that money can't buy
But they would still give another try
Get over it, you Devil incarnate
Or mimicry thy talent,  rootless Sly.