Who would want to come near me? I’ll chop off their heads
At the least provocation. They get on my nerves.
I teach them how to worship. They’re good for a while
But they do have their limit. When it’s reached then I’ll
Play the innocent victim who rightly deserves
Full relief from my office which now hangs by threads.

Would they all dare betray me as I have done those
Who, because of my rashness, fall prey to my wrath?
Since I’m such a great genius, I thought I’d do well.
Circumstances now show me the worst side of hell.
Would some guidance from Satan reveal the right path
Through this turbulent tenure with hate to impose?

My delusions protect me from what is to come.
The back hand of a gentle breeze brings into view
Some vice versa to vanity captive in truth.
What is much more disgusting and truly uncouth
Is that my poor performance and pride blown askew
Is the best I can offer… But don’t call me dumb.

{Title and Content Inspired by Autumn of Black and Orange Tarot. Thanks!}