There is a richochet.
No matter what you say.
Maybe not today,
But it’s coming.
If I were you,
I’d start running.
Not off from your mouth which
Brought you so far south.
Your north star can’t be seen.
But see your tail now,
Where have you been?
And who in the hail has been screening
Your dreams and their understanding?
‘Bout this at hand…
Ya, it will be so grand
When you learn that, you…?
Are making you pay.
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