FIRE AWAY
A single target is so hard to hit
But a dozen are easy prey,
I might be considered quite a twit,
But right here I'm going to stay.
It has always been in my mind’s eye,
That the truth will always win,
And no matter with what they reply,
They will be defeated by their own sin.
So fire away; throw your stones,
Let us see your seething spite,
Disguised as humor such ill clones,
Reap short-lived delight.
And hey, that’s me, inside your head,
That's where you have to fight.
Ó 19 March 04 Colin F Jones
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