Shark BiteNever Enough

He spoke in mantras of the market... a zen-like discipline... Showed me the path to profit, cleansed me of my financial sin. His smile was a tidy garden, his advice a polished stone, He was a master architect designing a new throne. I was a student to his teachings, a convert to his calm, Holding every word he spoke like a sacred, holy balm. A perfect porcelain mentor... but there's a hairline crack I feel... A whisper in the silence... a dread that feels too real... He's my guide... through the shadows of the doubt, He knows the secret scripture that I cannot live without. He's my guide... he'll keep the wolves at bay... ...or will he show the wolves the way? That smile's a mask for a sickness! that calm's a cold-blooded guile! Check the God-blessed hotel bills! check the expense report file! Yeah, "pay the inspector's graft!" - a casual slack inscription! He was writing up my eulogy and selling the subscription! He's a shark in a cashmere sweater, a viper in a suit! He was planting poison ivy at my garden's very root! Yeah, he thought i was the grandma, a problem to remove, But he forgot this is my house and I make the final move! He's a ghost! a hungry demon! a calculating, smiling, financial heathen! He's a ghost! He's in the water! He thought I was a lamb being led to the slaughter! This is war! This is war! get the lawyers, lock the door! This is war! This is war! settle the god-blessed score!