Venom fanged and dripping malice
I hope my words wound like a
callous
upon your skin.
My madness reigned in by
******, your life in my hands
and Thallium.
On balance I am
unbalanced.
Maybe even deranged.
But, would I know that I was?
Like hapless maggots
you consume.
Like a canvas
soon to be spattered
I await my doom.
Viperous,venomous, *****
that I am,
my malice came with not
your phallus
(I rarely did)
but rather digitalis.