Bitter by nature, or spiteful by choice?Your blood surely boils at the sound of my voice
This untactful approach will never cease to appaul,
As I intrude and encroach do I make your skin crawl?
Fouled by nuture, or merely a fault in the breed?
Better avoided they say, I can't help but agree.
Prone to manipulate, rotten to the core,
Can I just stipulate, I couldn't agree more.
I twist your every word, I even twist mine,
A provocative fiend, absent in more than just spine....
Remorseful at least? Hardly, this hearts made of stone.
But the fate of this beast, will be suffered alone.