garbed with a kilt of an imp
chuckles of unsuspecting spleen
callous motives within the eyelid
faked by compliments and some good deeds
like a boa you’re ready to constrict
once you notice your nemesis is weak
but at the back of your prey
there’s a hunch sensing your motives
so don’t be over complacent
anybody can be a vulture of dire vengeance
the payback—you cannot intuit
and the effect shall dwell in your sleep
written 1/27/2003