Short poem #1

Time and time again
I fall for the same trick,
Or should I say the same trap.
Never a sweet treat at the end
This might be the end.
Back rubs feel like back stabs
The knives are in.
Can you aim for my torse?
Turn my backache into a headache.
I doubt you could even land a punch
In a fair fight.
I’m anger is about to take flight

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