Slippery creature.

I think you mock me
as you sit there, stiff and boyish
- Accomplished
You promoted yourself as superior
once you'd tidily slipped that vile liquid down my arid throat
it was warm. And it burned.
You pricked my eyes with your forceful empathy
before leading us to the inevitable outcome
you did so well, I congratulate you
but your arrogance made it wasted.