You set the scales!
He, against his own advice,
Tried to allow you free of leash and
You bit his arm regardless.
Gnawed and scratched, before
Simpering in his lap.
However it was your last
The two cartoon cats, scrapping
Inside his brain:
One trying to understand;
The other one with revenge in mind,
Are now snoozing.
Neither claws are visible.
Take your pretentious crown, little fool,
Stand atop your self sculpted pedestal and
Ram it down, hard, upon your fat head.
He tells me he no longer cares.
I believe him.
You should worry about his tongue now.
I’ve felt it’s blade slice once or twice and,
Like Perseus to your sister,
He will not fail to take your head.