You gave her false hope and when she turned her back, you changed the cards.
She thought she had you under control but you fooled her, again.
She accepted you as her new reality, but you got greedy.
You started with her toes, crippling her, one painful cut at a time.
She thought that was the end, but you just can't get enough.
You seem sweet, but deep down you're a beast.
Even her foot wasn't enough for your ego, you have to claim the shin too.
You reduced a towering mentor to an insulin-injecting woman.
You limited an industrious gladiator to a wheelchair.
But one thing is evident, sugar, a soldier remains equipped for life.
You may have slowed her down, a bit, but there's no stopping her.
For she has an indestructible commander.
Here's to your end, sweets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem