The Weasel

You and your smarmy lawyer
Sitting there in court
Graying and praying
Your prey won't retort

Will the judge see clearly
Or will she be misled
By your bleating and deceiving?
Will she see you're dead?

I sure made as mistake
That night by the lake
I believed your lies
I missed the disguise

A loser lost in lack
Victimhood intact
Your forward is back
Consciousness uncracked

So now I watch the worm
Look at you squirm
Weaseling out of child support
Can a man sink lower than a wart?

You had so many chances
But you don't know what the dance is
Awaiting direction
Your only correction

The pasted on mild
The unwinded beguile
You were loved as a patient
And loved as a child

You want the love due a real man
It must frustrate you so
That it's beyond your command
You're like the hole in a bag of sand

You're able to drain
You've been too trained
Delivering service your only purpose
Thought and connection beyond your selection

You're an apparent parent
The scars will be covered but deep
The legacy you leave
Is a deep deceive