Covering your tracks?

   
   "Covering your tracks?"
   
   You attempt to forge the goat.  Always on the Internet, like Bluebeard's dumb ass wife.  When years ago, you were the one that refused her the chance to see a graduation.  You were the one that broke the chain, because you are the weakest link.  Put some more jellybeans in your head.  They're yummy.
   You and yours never came over--from the genesis of it all.  Now, you are the one who blames.  How many people can you flatter with your lips?  How many charms from your whisper will go without challenge?  How many people can you place in your pocket?  We all know it was a set up.  The phony medical records and reports from bush league law.  Your crooked ways know no shame, but the mirror does.  False testimony, doctors that are mercenaries, breaking laws that you swore to uphold--your hypocrisy has no end, but it will.  
   They swarm me like bees, and I take many stings, yet am not a phony, like you.  How many spies will you place among the neglected and abused?  And mind you--neglected and abused by the likes of you and yours.  Go watch the Cosby Show.  Put some more pills in the pudding, but have me sign a document years ago, setting up a child who only loved, and when he turns his back--you and yours were putting pills in the pudding.
   Get on the horn.  Contact everyone with your diabolical enchantments.  You already have.  You can't stop playing the part of liar--so you continue to sow more weeds among the crop.  You and yours know about weeds.  Flying it in, breaking federal law.  And you and yours laugh about it.
   That's how it is.  But there's always a bigger fish.  Or one brave watcher who will roll over on your fortune of deceit.  If only you weren't so obvious.