Carve

I want to hack you to slippery, little pieces
I'm at the end of my rope
My ultimate desire? To leave you beyond hope
A worthless piece of human feces
So I will grab my little array of tools
While you cavort and strut about
A wild, unruly lout
One of many in a parade of fools
But fear not!
I shall get to them all soon
From your neck will your head be hewn
All of you will be forgot
Undoubtedly, you all believe this rant is for show
You don't see the serpent hiding beneath bright eyes and wide smiles
Force feeding you deceitful wiles
You better pray I don't deign to go about it slow.