Like Meditation on Meth

I utilize my large hot eyes to get what I need.

I utilize my daughter's loss, to get what I really want.

I utilize my adorable rabbit guiltlessness to have

individuals get things done to make others drain.

I'm generally quiet and in charge;

I'm a detestable virtuoso, conceived a sociopath.

I'm like a reflection on meth- -

however smooth - be careful my inward rage.

My long, white hair is excellent, released;

my pouty dim red lips, I know you long to kiss.

The blossoms in my luxurious hair I just wear to befuddle

how man and lady need me, indeed, a piece of This.

Cautioning, my deeds will sting, for insidious is my breath;

draw nearer and I will kill you, stop in case I neglect

that this will just sting a little, and demise and I'll continue on,

not even once benefiting from a new, Compassionate Lament.