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Revenge - Quintain
You think me weak, an office rug you walk on.
But I am strong, I have strengths that elude you.
I have time and patience and before we’re done,
I‘ll repay your visciousness and all you’re due,
Tenfold with interest and then you’ll be through!
An empty threat from a bitter fool, so say you.
But the game of your doom is out of your hand,
Check mate in three moves, and nothing to do.
Hung in your own rope, just as I planned.
"What clearing your desk? Here, I’ll give you a hand!”
Reveange is a feast that tastes best, served cold,
So unless you read minds of those who you meet.
You’d do well to console the enemies of old,
And be a friend to all and each man in the street
Or you may find yourself, one day, at their feet!
