I know why you sit there,
Am I to make the next move?
Staring at me, waiting for me to flinch,
To express an iota of concern.
You fail to realize
That I can read you like a book,
You transparent troglodyte.
I know your tricks,
I know where you stash your secret plan
To make my life a living hell.
A plan conceived in the bowels
Of your heinous mind.
Dark are your tedious plans,
Yet it is I who am frivolous.
I'd follow you anywhere,
My blood follows yours yet I plan
To destroy you once I get the chance,
And I've used up all of my free chances.