Pulling No Punches

You come for me again

My friend

And events will turn apace

Your head will spin

As that shit eating grin

Is wiped right off your face

The Riverbank

It’s easy
for you to
pretend
nothing
is wrong

But
there’s
no way I
can
do it

Not after
all the
water that’s
gone under
the bridge

And how,
head first,
you
pushed
me in it

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