By Vanessa Vanaria
What a foolish wench who curse at thee,
How dare you think to curse at me
For my arrow hath not struck your rear,
I had not caused your anguished tear.
You heart too blind for your eyes to see,
Youth and arrogance shall have a fee.
The man you desire is beyond reach,
For you cling like a hungered leech!
The man is driven by your obsession,
I can’t fathom the unholy possession.
He runs from you like the plague,
You’re just about as dense as an egg!
So before you hiss out of spite,
Do not forget whom I shall smite.
Your appetite for men betrays you,
You should regret it and pray to me too.
Velocity 
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