Pay the Piper…

Pay the Piper…

I’m watching your step, so beware where you tread,
I know of your sick little ploys.
You’ve played with my mind ‘til it opened and bled;
You play like you’re one of the boys.

Examples of you I have seen in my mind
In form of bad nightmares and dreams;
To see your true evil might strike some men blind
Once you’ve finished with one of your schemes.

You cannot get by me, I see very well
The type of crude person you are.
I know that in nastiness you do excel,
And for this you may have a cigar.

Your time soon will come—to the piper you’ll pay;
Whomever the piper may be…
Your evilness has caused your mind to decay,
(Though on this, I doubt you’ll agree.)

You’ll never be able to capture my brain,
Your tricks are too stale and too weak.
You really can’t think you can fool me again,
Believe me… your crap's up the creek!