You stalk, you haunt, you seek,
You prey on the vulnerable, mild and weak!
You scout out the crowd, for an innocent soul,
You have no feelings, a heart so cold!
You think you're a King,
As you sit on your throne,
With those cowards behind you,
You're evil to the bone!
One day the right one will come along,
Stand up to you!
How will you feel,
When your crown is well and truly gone.
Jayne Louise Davies
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