Congratulations little wretch, for my attention you shall gain,
Your head so full of pride I'll fetch, a shame it lacks a brain.

Your broken spirit sings a song, of emptiness inside,
I'll set the truth where it belongs, so just enjoy the ride.

You wreak of desperation, your words fall on deaf ears,
Your weaknesses are obvious, they have been all these years.

Your rhymes are lacking poise, they're not worth the air you breathe,
Retire from this silly game, and give us all relief.

I've lived two hundred years, and never have I found,
A soul so weak in mind, your thoughts pinned to the ground.

A cat will enjoy purring, a dog has a tail to wag it.
You however have no purpose, your a simple worthless maggot.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Aeguary, in the year 524 AF.