Mentor

Do not deceive me one more time

Your basket of tricks are obsolete and dry

Take a quick piss and knot your tie

Liquor will drench a swollen heart

Leaving behind a stench that sigh

Do not expect a nickle or a dime 

Your bricks of bottles flits the sky 

Take a sick leave and cloth your pride

Fervor will bench an hopeless mind

Leaving behind an edge to fight