We all know him. We all run away from him. Not that he is pleasant to hang around with; actually the farther away you are from him the better it is for you. And yet, my friends, and yet again I will say, he is your angel in disguise.
Run away, run far away
The panic in your heart is here to stay
For when he comes, no matter night or day
You know you’re trapped, you have no say.
He treads, he does, himself along
A smile upon his face so strong
Inside his mind, singing a song:
Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.
A single glimpse, a single glare
Keep up your pace, or you’ll have to bear
More than that, you’ll gasp for air,
Not me, not me, this is not fair!
Thus he be, unpleasant so
Don’t take away all his credit, though
For he is your angel, our angel, oh!
In ignorance, in disguise, although.
Free advice he generously gives,
Wraps it up in concern and niceties.
Yet closely you listen, you’ll realise this:
Escaped your eyes but News it is!
That smiling chap did not tell you
Nor did she, sweet girl in blue
But you know it well, yes you do
Thanks to him, he’s the angel, true.
Thank you, but sorry- you hear yourself say
Don’t hurt your conscience, sure you may
Run away, run far away
For the panic in your heart is here to stay.
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