Dear Machiavelli,

I struggle to comprehend why you think your actions are permissible.

You take my kindness like gum.

You chew through my tolerance

and spit me out after your gains.

Victims love you.

Blind to your deceit.

I am at a deficit.

I watch you with evil eyes and a conscientious mind.

Cautious indifference.

No hex, simply the pleasure of knowing that one day your lies will catch up to you,

providing a punishment that is far worse than my disbarring glares.

jpenseur