Wendy's Got It Coming Poem by Saint Cynosure

I'm watching her but she don't see,
to wrapped up in herself.
Her vanity is of her greed,
she loves her and no one else.
To bad I'll have to make things right,
it is the law of GOD.
And in this way I'm justified,
for doing just what I should not.
I'll scar that pretty face of hers,
and leave her there to cry.
And every time she sees herself,
she'll stop and wonder why.
If she didnt think shes better,
than every body else.
I would not give a second thought,
and leave her to herself.
But Wendy's got it coming,
she'll learn the reason why.
She's ended up outside ugly,
to match her whole inside.