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Your words rattle around in my empty head like the beads in a hula hoop.
Traveling at a high rate of speed, around and around no end in sight.
Kind of like the lies that roll off your tongue and ricochet in the hollow of my heart reminiscent of the ice in a martini shaker.
Shekem Shekem...shekem shekem...
You are evil and I should have been warned by the hiss of your forked tongue...
You only strike back when you are scared..
Hmnnn the snake that you are and with your reputation.. some things can never be shed..
I should have heard your warning a mile away....
Shekem Shekem..shekem shekem...
If only I could have heard anything over the beating of my heart.
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Ah, we cannot be warned by their hiss when our tetesterone is boiling over, it is only later that we hear these funny sounds and wonder, "Is that a hiss I hear?" Too late . . .
