Swindled

 Oh, swindler!
You cheated me of much.
You cheated me of
love, money and trust.

Where was my sentinal,

when I needed her the most?

I wish I could've been warned,

that there was no clear coast.

It's as if even God left his post,

of being an arbitrator.

Sometimes I feel,

my body in my body is an infiltrator.

But none-the-less,

vengeance will be achieved.

They say revenge is a dish best served cold,

but this one will be carefully weaved.

My actions are justified,

they are perfectly vindicate.

After all, I'm not doing much,

I'm just here to simulate.

I'm not fastidious,

I don't require much.

But break my feelings once,

And I'll leave thee as a pile of dust.

Ann believes that

retaliation is a panacea.

It doesn't make one quintessential

but does make one feel like a thea.

The last man I knew was a hypocrite,

he was a half-witted imposter.

He was like a gloating toad,

his words were nothing but preposter.

It's not as if

my intents are fatal.

I just don't want him to

increase his level of being datal.