Revenge With Tears For A Friends Poem by Sadistic Cupid

I little jolt from neg while pos is on your feet,
Now the term grounded comes to me.
One question I’ll ask and reply not bittersweet,
A tap from neg will rationalize my agony.
I had it first so obviously it belongs to me.
I even shared but your allegiance was not with me.
I watch you now peering into your eyes yet pain is all I see.
A tearful exchange of smiles, you from me, hidden in envy.
The same question once more, except now I’ll count to three.
I fed you, so ain’t no way in hell could you find remorse from me.
Now more than ever I wish my words were a fiction story,
but Revenge is such a cold dish, that I want to serve justly