In my lair
I seize life by her hair
Cos I'm fed up with the affair
In which folks go for broke
In harsh words and tones they spoke
Crushing my stark reality as they awoke
Feeling guilty
Cos stalking me became their utility
Frowning at the humility
I take in my stride
As they plot and slay my pride
When without an iota of shame they take me for a ride
Assuming their insidious acts never would boomerang
When calumny and salacious stories on their smart phones rang
With a boisterous bang and clung
To the past they can't escape
Although humble pie they ape
In vain with sorrow on the nape
That laughs at the folly
They flaunt as they taunt Polly
To delight Molly
Who by my side stood
Resolute in a neighbourhood
Often derided, more often misunderstood
Although I lay no claim
To the lair in which I play no game
With friends and foes none of whom I invite to shame their name.
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