There is a rat in the ranks. Whom dines and gives no thanks.
A poem about someone who pretends to be your friend. Someone who back bites and chats none-sense.
I have been around long enough to know the scales of the snake do not always show. Yet in the social circles of the many they burrow.
This is based on the feelings of a friend of mine after she had expressed certain feelings about how she felt, I felt an urge to write this.