They act like foolish mice lost in a maze, with heart eyes, who only admire and send praise; so blown away, and stuck in a dumb daze. It’s amusing they excuse your wicked ways, and you can gladly starve them all for days; while smiling madly, not even fazed. They’re dim and dull, you need entertained. You can’t help it, you think, but don’t dare say, to sustain your pointless little games; that you can’t ever seem to abstain. It’s the higher ground you need to gain. So lure them in enduring your demented cage. Provoke their wrath and force them to cave, spread your foul poison to their every vein. There’s no denying they’re enslaved, locked tight in your chains.