Meet the backbiter, a special breed,
Friend or foe, it's hard to read.
Smiling face, with a dagger in hand,
Stabbing your back, with a whispered command.

They'll praise your name, with a sugary tone,
But behind your back, they'll make you atone.
Their words are venom, with a poisonous sting,
Leaving you wondering, with a bewildered ring.

Their favorite game,...