THE LOOKING GLASS - Written by Carroll Bryant
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is that image I just saw?
T'was a shadows glimpse that I did see
Looked again and it was me
A fallowed sport so proper and fine
Fearful chills up and down thy spine
To whom considers ones dirty deeds?
Self absorbed in ones own greed
A hammers claw so sharp a touch
Without a thought he sought as much
Glaring at a great divide
Foretells a tale his eyes met mine
No word spoken is no word heard
Stroking keys aspire to hurt
Raging hate swirls in pain
Spreading lies and calling names
To what so glimmers like a star
Gives you the right to rip apart
Dreams so scattered and scathed they lay
Careers forsaken in the slay
Holier than thou they sit amused
Preying on all the confused
Not a care to what they done
Now we watch them as they run
Pulled into their wicked show
Rumors dance amid their glow
Smiles burn all else to ash
Welcome to the looking glass
Emotional death by homicide
Hearts come hither love suicide
Extend the arm of one sad bully
Allow me to introduce myself, I am Mr. Tom Foolery
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