Should I believe your Slander, scorn heaped on me? I Witness your weakness.
How it stings and throbs Singing of the damage done, Angry hidden flesh.
A frat with no party, Hazing doesn’t stop, and you Can’t ever escape
Astride your high horse, Condescend your gaze on my Beetle-browed stupor.
Laughing boy, knocks me Down, delicate features, sour Disgust defines you
The devil raises His voice and gesticulates While I smile and nod.