You never seem to learn, do you, careless child?
Suffice it to say that you’ve been thoroughly wild
You’ve dashed around madly while running your mouth
Starting such false rumours and making everyone shout
You love to hurt with words, and this twisted game you played
To stab a knife down everyone’s bleeding shoulder blades
Black and white, you love to play this human-sized game of chess
And in the end, knock the hapless pawns over in a state of mess
You cheat, you lie, you double-cross, you easily create prevarications
A serpent’s forked tongue dripping venomous equivocations
Madness master, wicked witch, the power of vicious spells you can conjure
With a simple jinx and a single word, you manage to instantly injure
Taunt and dangle strings of what should never be behind our backs
Dancing with fire, a born arsonist and an egotistic pyromaniac
You love to see innocent people go up in bitter grey smoke
Stealing what little we love have because you yourself lost all hope
You’ll never be able to learn, will you, charlatan child?
You’ll still manipulate and hate, leaving us victims defiled
But someday you’ll make a mistake, and end up stabbing yourself in the back
And maybe, just maybe, if you ever recover child, you’ll finally grow up.