Oh, would
that I could
rain down from above
justice & karma
expeditious.
Like Zeus
with his bolts
electric and fierce
would I end all
your words
so malicious.
Your snark
and sneer
would be wiped
from your face
in a moment,
my wrath
quite judicious.
Of the terror
you'd feel and
the pain I'd inflict,
no one ever
could be
avaricious.
My revenge
would be great,
and you'd grovel
and cry,
I would lap up
your tears
so delicious.
But I'm nicer
than you,
so I just
sit and stew
and all of my
cruelty
is fictitious.
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