Don’t worry.  I have a pretty good idea who you are.   shrugs… Your game is all but washed out…Incidentally, if you think being an ocean apart somehow protects against slander and libel in an electronic communication, well, I guess I’m taking the surprise out of this, huh?

To My Not So Anonymous Enemy
by Michael Doyle

Stalking in the shadows   
Play all the gossip of the you knows   
Afraid to use your own voice to speak   
Because the arguments you have are so weak

Warning others about made up fears   
Playing the victim, through made up tears    
The louder it seems the accusation   
The greater is your impersonation

Of someone who really truly cares    
More given to mocking sorts of stares   
Lost in your own mirror of false relation    
You are given to choruses of mocking jubilation

Waiting for any moment of any kind of stumble   
Bent on making even the best falter and crumble    
It's a fool's game that really stinks    
Innuendo that proves nothing but makes one think

How much time do some have on their hands    
To go about blackmailing with implied demands   
That if she doesn't believe you in what you say   
Don't cry to you if she gets played

While the honest man stares back blankly   
Wanting no part and thankfully   
Learning after a couple of times that it hurts   
He mildly waits for karma to give you your just deserts

(c)  August 11, 2020  Michael Doyle
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