Captive audience cut down by two,
Now it is just me and you.
Enemies who once stood of friends.
This alliance came to a violent end.
Fist in crotch and foot in jaw.
No chance of us being civilised anymore.
Tokenism remains.
Calamity in chains.
Pop out and I will shoot.
Doesn’t matter if you wave this white flag.
I know you’re a monster no matter how cute you appear.
Armed for war against my soul.
Determined to gain control.
Eyes locked and narrowed to a line.
From both of us mistrust does shine.
Tit for tat is our permanent way.
If you come I’ll still be waiting patiently.
Tokenism remains.
Calamity in chains.
Pop out and I will shoot.
Doesn’t matter if you wave this white flag.
I know you’re a monster no matter how cute you appear.
Fractured duo always ready to kill.
If you are yang then I feel no thrill.
Not opposites side of a coin.
More like differing types of being.
For you loathe me and I disdain you.
Raise your guard like I will too.
Knife in your back, arrow in my side.
Neither of us blinked which is why we both are going down tonight!
Tokenism remains.
Calamity in chains.
White flag stained black.
Both departed and not coming back.
Our poison chalices are spent at last.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 