Senior Year - A Collection of Work

Little Liar Fox

Cunning, little sly fox, what are you doing here?

Your power is weak here but yet it still inspires.

Take your time, you have nothing to fear,

You'll eventually reach your nifty mountains.

I see you've made your word upon the rain's lightning.

Your hoodlums are so very close behind you.

Little fox, a fish out of water, so trusting in your own being,

What will happen to you when they are all gone?

This may seem like a large grummy forest,

But you are traveling on very thin ice.

The valley you never dreamed of is growing the closest.

Your lies are strong like bricks breaking bones.

Goods and lies are now mixed together.

Your barks of false security is like a siren,

Keeping the enemies at bay, but not forever.

Your barks are panicking your trusty hoodlums.

You don't have much further to go

But you're inching closer to failure as you get close

Some hoodlums are now leaving, some hoodlums are just so

What were you supposed to do in order to help them?

Those mountains of yours are too big for you

Too big for your hoodlums, it's too big.

Those valleys were small but big for you too.

Little fox, you're about to fall like those before.

Those dicks* you kept hidden are near,

They are whispering words of wisdom to the blind.

They're leaving you, what are you behind that fear?

Your lies couldn't hold up to the blind truth.

The truth is like a light leading the blind.

The dicks are leading hoodlums to the truth.

Once upon a time these actions were your own bind.

The bind is gone, and you had to become a piker.

*dicks: private investigators