Vengeance

Now I’m more than a quarter of

A century old,

And I often think I’ve wasted

All my gold;

Wish I had got a different, some

Other mould,

If only my tendencies to the right

Direction rolled, 

But that should be fine as long as I

Be bold

To declare that revenge’s been sweet –

Though cold –

As you’ve robbed me off my innocence,

You told,

I have robbed you off yours,

Behold!

That busts up the deal; glad I’m 

Not yet sold.