The enabler finally coaxes his mark to imbibe the final dose
Two or three poisonings from being Pope of this boy’s school
A swimming pool full of epileptics’ drool
Sticky as spider rope and gloopy as gruel
In which drown, horribly and volubly,
Those who were cruel to me at school
To them, I barely existed, their callousness was news to
Them, I was well used to habitual abuse, a tool for use
But while stewing I knew that some day I would do it, cut loose
Fight back against these students.
Alchemisland 
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