a poem about treachery and betrayal
quietly watching events unfold,
in a seat you have no right to sit in.
may you sleep unwell in your gold,
till you know its time for splittin’.
the master-plan be fumbled;
the “operation” rumbled;
betrayals of trust bungled;
personae falsely humbled.
when grand jury comes a callin’,
your day of judgment sown;
whilst you watch your masters fallin’,
till unchained malady be blown.