My executioner moved in next door
With a friendly smile that seemed such a chore
And with ravenous eyes they could scarcely conceal
As they lived out a life that had little appeal
Like a shadow they stuck to my feet and my toes
And wherever I went they would also soon go
And whenever I left, away they would run
Like a drop of rain in the noonday sun
But when I returned, they would soon be there
With their friendly smile and their ravenous stare
Though frightened at times, I must also confess
That a small part of me must share in their mess
So though I be clueless what may lie in store
I know my executioner still lives next door
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