Preach to the *****
as he looks at you.
Sing to him no shame.

Look down upon Pip,
not towards poor Joe.
Treat him just the same.

Satire made for her
assisted him too.
For they shared a name.

But bitter boys dip
in water their toes
shouting for sweet fame.

Solemnly holler
unto Hell's hot hues.
Lucifer, he came.

He wept powered woes
until the sky rips.
Hellfire's ashen stew,
to this I defer.