Fatal

Fake fake fake.

Thy naughty knave

pot to the kettle

you ought not, knave

but you meddle, meddle, meddle

 

speak no more

clamp down on your word

bind your mouth tight

it's the least you can afford

 

you're a fraud, you're a fake

a deceiver; masquerade

swindle this, swindle that

swindle right into your grave

 

you're a wolf in sheep's clothing

an imposter to the bone

all the world surrounds

you; all alone.

Reviews

[Thomas B. Buckman]

My favorite.

"...meddle, meddle, meddle."