You calculated the acts
but miscalculated facts
with your flawed calculator,
set on manipulator.

Who will you deceive next?
Prepare to be her ex-
lover turned abuser-
pray for your accuser.

She knows your lustful ways
lurk in dark walls to play
games of the fetish kind
with other perverse minds.

Beauty slipped on your icy
hills of lies with spicy
sleds that you call a tongue,
drippin' on fumes of dung.