Whisper and sneer,
my angry pretties,
whisper and sneer.
Do push yourselves
to further plots,
schemes, vivid pettiness.
Smear the names
of your enemies
like sour jam
on moldy bread.
Itemize the slights,
document the snubs,
relish the rumors
of impending disaster.
Soon you’ll rule,
we’ll love you,
right will triumph.
Right. Some advice:
watch your back.
Targets tempt us.
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