The Farce

Just the two of us sitting in an empty lot

I hand you the goods

As a sort of peace treaty

And pretending to forget to pay

You thank me

Then launch into what I know is a lie

But you don’t know that I know

It’s a farce, really

Because although you don’t know that I know

We both know the truth

You say it’s all a conspiracy

That you are my only ally

But I know my enemies

And I think I just made one more.

The End

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