Consultant or Insultant
I look back to the day when I first saw your face
I recall how I felt as I walked into this place
My insides shook with fear of being rejected by you
I was like a frightened little boy. I didn’t know what to do
So I resorted to being childlike it’s my built in defence
And l decided to go along with the sequence of events
My initial thoughts of you? Well they haven’t changed
Your still the same sassy lady who thought I was deranged
The couch became my resting place where I lay my head
It’s where I do my best thinking and where my books are read
The loft is my private space where my thoughts of Red John
Are kept hidden from prying eyes and where my scheming is done
I’m not everybody’s cup of tea but I do close a lot of cases
From details in their eyes and stories written on their faces
Clues lay everywhere its just a matter of perception
Especially when suspects try the art of deception.
This job really suits me it keeps my skills well honed
Now I’m mentally and physically feeling better toned
A consultant or Insultant? I won’t apologise
Especially when insults often reveals the guilt in their eyes