Frenemy

 

“Peace be unto this house”

They say, knocking at your door

But like the mouse,

They are out to eat you dry.

Bringing up beautiful ideas,

In angel’s disguise;

Hands with thorns and spike

Nothing to give,

Except for her priceless retrogression

Visiting with a piece of cake

To steal a piece of land.

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