Call me a wimp,
Call me a disgrace,
All your simply doing,
Is spitting on my face,

I could care less,
I do as a please,
I can hate on the dead,
Watch me, watch me as you all tremble at the knees,

You all cry,
"He was such a good man",
While I celebrate,
The witch is gone, dead.

He wasn't as great as you all say,
He laughed at suggestions,
He raged at disagreement,
He toyed with your minds,
Little, meek, souls,

True we were friends,
That I could not ignore,
But he had made a pledge,
It was the same as many before,

He promised not to linger,
To play your little games,
He promised work was better,

But unlike the others,
This was not an empty promise left to rot,
It wasn't a birds song, but instead a clap,

You were all blinded by his charm,
He fouled you all well,
He infected your brain,
Into think he was swell,

I wouldn't be left dillydallying,
Weeping in my black,
He would agree,
So stop trying to pack punches at my un-fooled eyesight.

He was not beautiful,
He was not a charm,
You only thought so for one reason,

"Beauty is all lies."