Midget Attack

it was a cold monday night
when the midget came by
he planted a seed
one filled with hatred and greed
slowly this seed grew
the next day it began to bloom

its tuesday now
and its the end of the respite
the oversized man
drew his long knife
he attacked back at the midget with words
only to have more thrown back
than what he had hurled

the midget attacked
spitting black fire from his mouth
out came the flame
which would never go out
words said leave a mark
something which can never torn out
leaving a wound
one which wont heal soon

after the years go by
these midgets lies
will be dead and gone
leaving cindering logs
of the rubbish he's proclaimed
from a life full of shame
only to leave behind an empty shell
off something i used to call a 'pal'