A Cheater’s Armoury
av Hanne Hukkelberg
All above board,
And we see nothing at all.
Clean and empty hands,
But still there’s something lurking.
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny,
Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry
You gamester,
You tell us our
Fortunes by your cards
And you’re rubbing
Yourself deep
Into our wounds.
You gamester
You fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch
And we itch,
And the longer it
Takes for us
To heal.
You promise ten birds
In the bush,
Each and every Sunday
Sell your ”letters of indulgence”
We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny,
Pay your wealth, you leave us high and dry
A cheater’s armoury
All you’ve got
Is shifty eyes,
A black dress,
A false name.