Poem: Unto Caesar? Eh, Brute?

"O' great Caesar,
do you feel the knife
in your back?"

Brutus asked as
he plunged the knife
in deeper still.

Ever that sudden
realization: frienemy's
sneak attack?



Some just don't
back, quite like they
should - eh, Brute?

"Eheu, is that you
my dear frienemy,
my dear Brutus?"

Caesar asked as
he lay impaled, blood
pooling 'neath him.