Wretched little frivolous things
Wiping their crying eyes with their wings
Vicious and tantalizing beings
Constantly frolicking and fleeing
Shallow and vein are they
Thinking they’re too good for prey
Weak useless awkward creatures
Always modifying their features
Vapid self-involved souls
Filling their bodies with holes
Poor incandescent pawns
Only wanting to spread their spawn
Frail incompetent tools
Making their pointless rules
Revolting disgusting ruffians
I can’t wait to cause their sufferings
