Everyone encounters it once in a lifetime,
A creature bent on making life Hell.
With poor grammar, it tortures.
Deriving sadistic pleasure,
It just might be that over-smart loser



*point in random direction*

Prowling the land, searching for the innocent one,
Picking on him, trying make him run.
Stand up to it and silence will follow.

Then it lashes back, talking about the Creek of Sorrow.
Pride and idiocy are a trademark presence.
Fooling it is easier than any derivation.

And still it keeps coming back for more,
Knowing not, when it has been OWNED !
Screaming because it's arguments are lame.
The Sadist, is it's name