The immature habits make a grown girl cry,
Half a smile covering a shameful lie,
Eager deception like those of the black pearl curse,

Like plastic surgery or a knock-off purse,
Intentional big head full of arrogance used to smother,
Evil, only cares for himself, never for another,
Sends a cold prickle up your spine from just one touch,

His words and actions are excuses used as a crutch,
Effective like a leech leading you into its cult,

Like a cockroach never coming to a halt,
Indestructible, down the aisle five times, with no signs of stopping,
Every retold story not in his favor would undergo cropping,
Someday karma will finally give him what he deserves.