I’ll find your weakness if I look long enough.

I’ll try all my tricks. You think you are tough

But buddy you are flawed too, just like they all

Have been and ever will be after the Fall.

I’ll find your soft spot, your embarrassment, your shame,

The chink in your armor, the hole in your game,

And I’ll play with it, poke at it, taunt with it, abuse it,

Harp on it, mess with it, and tease until you lose it.

I’ll have my way with your inefficient mind.

Your substandard intelligence will soon be left behind

By my masterful meddling. My all-defeating glee.

My manipulative meanness. My hidden horrid Me.

Your emotions are a playground for my naughtiness and spite.

I’ll frustrate your desires and then rouse them, every night.

I’ll whisper in your ear the things you’re trying to forget.

And if you think that’s bad just wait. I haven’t started yet.

You really are no challenge and I should be bored by this,

But your humanness affronts me and your frailty is bliss.

You’re so easy to manipulate. I find you all so dumb,

But still I have so much fun with every one I overcome.

I’m never going to tire

And I’m never going to rest

Till I’ve ruined every single positive thought, spark of hope, happy ambition, feeling of joy, good memory, laudable desire,

And lovable characteristic

That has ever dwelt in your despicable chest.