Vengeance

As you stand there

Wailing and weeping

Just be glad they’re all dead

And not just sleeping

The Queen Bee

Oh, I’ll point many a finger

In order to right these wrongs

But for her I’ll reserve

The most passion and verve

And the sharpest of razor like tongues

I cannot
wait forever

I just don’t
have the time

Soon enough
I’ll just move on

And take what’s
rightfully mine