Guy

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

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