MLMM Saturday Mix

He would never admit

And always deny

Never act unless a self benefit

We wish for his absence

Upset by his presence

And his constant lack to commensurate.

We need a break

From his constant chatter

Wish he would turn to important matters

Not sit in his room

Talking of doom

Threatening our friends

To no good ends

Maybe he takes this old adage to heart

and your enemies closer

Forgetting the important first part.