Should I compare you to an Autumn leaf, And watch your posture at such foolish speech, And see your expression flicker, though brief, And here you compare, then swear at a leech? Should I watch all your defenses crumble? Should I stay 'round to check on the trouble? Should I remain 'till you fully humble? A sight for sore eyes to see you fumble, Though chaos was caused, the fact remains still, That you are the roach, and I am the boot, That your foul power is nothing but ill, That all your hold is merrily loot, So humble yourself, and lower your gaze, For I too can be cruel, a fact unfazed
