Hey,
meddler,
fixer,
juggler man,

go,
do your
thing, fast
as you can.

One
ball, two
balls, three
balls or more…

This
routine
I used
to adore,

’til
your show
left me
in a jam

your
good deeds
exposed
as a sham.


I’ve
watched you
snake your
way into

the
purest
heart, a
spirit true ,

and
corrupt
with lies,
dripping, sweet.

Blind
I was
when first
we did meet.

Duped,
beguiled
by soft
whispers, wound

’round
your charmed
life, long
I slept sound.


How
could I
know, your
passionate

plea
to save
my life
would end it

so
quickly
for me?
Hissing that

you
thought it
best, you
tipped your hat

and
slithered
away,
leaving me

lost,
full of
regret,
spoiled, empty.


In
the name
of love,
you play on –

no
friend, no
helper;  
just a con.

Pssst.
It’s high
time you
surrender,

Dark
Lord of
Lies, Great
Pretender.

Sink
your teeth
into
fruitful game;

play
on for
fortune
and for fame.


Watch
out! Don’t
trip; don't
you slumber,

’cause
baby
I’ve got  
your number.
 
Did
you think
when I
was falling,

soon
enough
she will
be calling?

No?
Surprise!
When you
least expect,

I
shall rise.
Hope shall 
resurrect.


But
it is
God who
will reveal

what
you have
sought to
hide, conceal.

So,
as you
wow a
naive world,

your
flag of
goodness
full, unfurled,

be
prepared.
God will
unmask you

as
trickster
friend you’ve
been. You’re through.

Bon
voyage.
Farewell.
And Adieu.