See Ye All Hence

They trudge on twos yet they are  crippled

Outward appearance exquisit and dirty souls

Our friendship is not held by banana fibres

They claim,for thirty cents they'll sell you


Pious listening to the vehement preacher 

Devil incarnate while living their lives

I love you more than you can imagine

They whisper

It is deep loathe they harbour in their hearts


Huge smiles when they are in your presence

Malicious lies and jibes in your absence

'I dont know what i'd do without you'

It is your fall they waiting to celebrate


Gigantic eyes have you but cannot see

Elephantic ears which cannot hear 

Brains which cannot contemplate

And discover the insincerity in modern

Friendship


See ye all hence

Listen thou forthwith

Retract

Judge




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