I once knew a man that one day disappeared,
He was tall and wide and he was much feared,
With his machine guns, cowboy hat and long beard,
He was out of place; indeed, he looked very weird,
Now, one would ask where did the man disappeared to?
Where did he go without leaving a clue?
I asked around, the man had no enemies at all,
Just many friends that wished him dead in the hole,
And with such friends surrounding you all day,
Who needs enemies that want you out of the way,
The moral of this story is very simple really,
Your best friend could also be your worst enemy,