Once upon a time a rat met a mouse,
It let the latter was tricked into opening the house,
The prior smiled but hid his knife,
And made fun of the latter and his life,
He hath done wrong to a lot in his prime,
And he ran and ran for none sees the strife,
But when he found the latter in a bind,
He sought a beautiful plan in his mind,
It was a malevolent yet indescribable plan,
And he let the rabid venom of his words seep,
Turning the world and the foundations in its land,
Loving himself so much he ignored the stand,
The conscience of his stand become but a hand,
To smack those in the light and destroy all that who demand,
That what is right is what is wrong in his eye,
He loved to see others in the pan,
Burning and seething and bleeding for his man,
He was a man, yet he loved another man,
There was nothing wrong but he loved to be the Man,
It was not futile yet it would surely take some time in the sand,
Yet he still told lies and stepped on the foot of all in his path,
Then the latter told him in privacy that it was not good to grant,
Himself the power on his current reprimand,
He saw this as bad as he does not see what is right,
He believes only himself to be right which made the latter sad,
Fury in his head and sanity gone mad,
He sliced the latter's face and slice his own in a brand,
He swapped the two and sewed it with iron clamps,
Til' this day the latter would just stand,
As all the world thinks that he is the bad,
When he now tells of the wrongs, and the evil of grands,
He appears as the villain as the villain reeks of his band.