In The Midst Of A Dastardly Scheme - Poem by James Merchant
Our protagonist uses us like coathangers!
Don't blame him though...
Cause who ever understood a hero?
Our protagonist finds himself in the midst...
Of a dastardly scheme...
Who ever wrote my life?
Somewhere far and few
She had nothing to do
So one and two and three
She found nothing in me
And she's having nightmares in unfamiliar beds
With vivid images in her head
She's pulled by him and pulled by HIM
And I've lost another friend
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