Poor Mister Don Easy,

Only in gusto for yourself.

If the thin shell of your image breaks,

Your shallow soul evaporates.

You define yourself by your succes,

measure it by labels, gadgets and cash.

all your stuff; from cheating friend and enemy.

and above all; by deceaving me,

In court your swindling didn't hold,

no matter what story you told.

Your fake image soon fades.

It's all false and of hazy shades.

Don Easy had his evil soul in the limelight.

And all he saw was the spotlight.

We all saw his evil soul.

Your easy image fades away

'Cause your nothing but a hazy shade.

All you want is the limelight,

That spotlight on your evil soul.

Don Easy doesn't want to heal,

Because that would make him feel.

What kind of man he really is,

Not worthy of any bliss.

[Edited 5/14/11 19:08pm]