Sister Sally O'Malley from the Slothing Order of Sarcast

we all want a chance  
to inflict agony's dance  
on the ones who fed us poison.  
it is me, who is deserving,  
bloodstained talons curling,  
beguiling with sarcastic tongues;  
more foul than the deepest gutter.  
you ache in wait to slay the cutter  
from where I tower defiantly,  
perched to witness your reliant  
asking of table scraps.