Call me callous & cruel,
If you want.
Had same people call me “Their Gandhi,”
One decade –
During a first smoke.
Those same people?
Plunged knives into my back,
Until I became a pin cushion,
Made up of regret.
Why waste my time,
With fools that hate me?
People pretending to be friends,
Enemies at the gates.
Enemies At The Gates.
