Confronted
when confronted
like a weasel
you back into a corner
and blame somebody else
when confronted
like a weasel
you paint a terrible picture
on a crooked easel
sniveling like a rat
and the coward you are
like all bullies
you cannot push very far
like a weasel
they cower and snivel
all that comes from their mouth
is dribble,
like a weasel
James Garratt – Friday 7th April 2006
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Confronted – Written Friday 7th April 2006 (Aged 31)
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