I've got you where I want you
I cliched unto my foe.
I'll laugh about my triumphs
While you weep about your woes.
You may have drawn the first blood
But the last laugh is the deepest,
At least, I think that's how the saying goes.
Know that I only let you touch me
Because I'd look dashing with a scar,
Yes, in a burst of flimsy
I thought I'd like a scar,
Yes, in a fit of whimsy
I wished upon a . . . oh there you are.
You caught me monologuing
Indeed, you caught me cataloging
All these dreams you can't despoil,
Yes, soon you'll be spitting soil
Or pushing daisies west
Yes, yes, that would be for the best.
And why are you lying there defeated
Get up and start retreating
Don't listen to this drivel
Whimsical people, heads on a swivel
Caught by whatever thought they choose
Always losing sight
Thus why I've got you dead to rights . . .
Hey, where'd my victim go?
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