A century could pass,
and you still wouldn’t notice.
How much destruction
you’ve caused,
your smirk has spread
across this town
like a disease.
Everywhere you turn,
followers at your feet.
But they don’t know
who you really are.
They don’t know
what you’re capable of.
They only see
the sweet face
that hides such a
vindictive soul.
yearning for some sort
of satire
to throw across the lives
of those who barely
deserve it.
I could wait
one hundred years
for you to change,
but you’d never do it.
Not unless your head
was jeopardized.
Oh, how I wish
I had that kind of power.
Even if I did,
how could I do that
to the one I love?
A kretin of a man,
and yet somehow
I can’t go a day
without thinking of
your stupid face.
