Roses are red
Violets are blue
And karma
Is gonna ******* too
It however may not be today
It may not be tomorrow
But before my final breath
Curls out of my mouth like a wisp of smoke
It will be granted
A Genie lamp rubbed
And the only wish used
Will be the taste of your marrow
Whetting my appetite
Into a frenzy
They always said
That revenge
Made a cold bed fellow
But I digress
Its hot coca
In the middle of my tundra