You long for deed
There is no need
Why won’t you heed
That sprout of weed

Don’t stab at me
When you can’t see
Who holds the key
Bites like a flea

What’s here is gone
Thanks to your con
You pulled me on
Now you have won

When they ask why
My lips will lie
My mind will sigh
I knew that guy.

By: Aaron Hor, Penang