The Writer's Cramp entry
|I stand before you, can you see?
What musings do you have of me?
You treat me like your dearest friend,
But I will own you in the end.
I'm no slice of Hawaiian bread,
I'm no one's vanilla cupcake.
I'm bloody as the scarlet red
color of the sky at daybreak.
No one puts handcuffs on me,
In this wicked world, I'm the law.
I make others cry, kneel, and plea,
If God's an eagle, I'm His claw.
If you should take me for a fool,
That would be your final mistake.
I'll make you think you're back in school,
To learn when your neck bones break.
You think I'm crazy, let's see,
If you're not sure, best beware.
I'll stick you before you stick me,
Leave nothing left behind your stare.
Do you want a shot? Take it now,
Are you waiting for your backup?
Call me psycho, take a bow,
And run before I mess you up.