Turncoat

1.
Turn the page, turn the tide, show goes on stage: choose a side!
An eye for an eye, a cringe for a silver; talk is cheap - silence golden;
turned a black eye blind, whitewashed the pushed aside:
bullies had something to quiver as their lips there sulking entwined...
"Suck it up and climper the piano instead of violins and onions embolden!"
"You're in or out, with or without - once you're down nobody scolds em!"
Just let it slide, just let it slide!! Just let it slide, just let it slide!!

2.
To the victor go the spoils, he'll never be judged! That's why no remorse
is being pinged through the webs of tranquil garden and luscious lips...
The loins still thicker than the wavering finger can point and click intercourse;
gray folks have no guilt to be told - no name nor face to be reckoning force!
When in Rome, wail with the wolves, turn a blind eye to wiggle the hips;
as the poker faces are falling, you may clip the buttons and fold the chips...
when you wake up, the friendship might be wrecked, no silver lining off course!

3.
Binge the loathings and purge the faithless with verdicts and addictions;
vindictive choices make dubious contradictions... In hindsight all was worthy -
still much got snuffed out just in case. Resting many skeletons and sections
of cupboards for cases are closed, but never down for the count, no exceptions
to be made in-between the lines, what got crossed on the road, what was curvy
and slippery, for the ice and cool Aesthetics. Some times better than unworthy
anesthetics - to mend some wounds, seems like giving up and siding with scions!!

4.
Bordering with Malice and Despair, many advisers have drunckated the rules;
to fit in with the crowd - some great minds get haunted like confined buildings...
Condemned once, no-one is allowed to fair-use ever again - it goes...
many ways how a double edged sword can cut, the looser obtains the wows;
what even the zealous there not able to fulfill and lost their beds, shillings...
Castles got sold and burnt down the barley - to reason the just killings;
This is the sound of a Nightmare turning over the coat of a sweet blues!

5.
I would sleep in it, if it wouldn't bend whenever I turn the other side:
"Too little, too late; too new - old; too fake - so real; too in - out...!"
So many hear-says mean more truths than elves can get ears bellied;
wronging the belongings to be left or right, what does the center lied,
when the true north is lost and no-one is betters to offer a fair shout?
Who is so worthy and stand above the rabble like a dwarf so stout;
yet like on fairy wings; with knightly valor and angelic grace abide??

6.
Milking the cows and yanking the bulls as the whales are beached...
Isn't it like demanding your beach-rights when a ship is wrecked?
Crossing the lines and breaking the rules - what is yet to besieged.
The walls around are narrowing, yet crumbling the crust - screeched
the inner demons and they codes of honor! Beneath is nothing but hecked
peasants and scoffed pupils - on top just thin air and the smell of speck!
Some black horses play white knight-rider I wonder why that has not breached!