Revenge is a Dish Best Served on Microwave Power Level 7 for 3 1/2 Minutes

This poem comes complete with the low-light, weird angle, "artsy" self-portrait that seems to be so popular on sites like Facebook and MySpace.

The playmate who stole toys,
Now fondles little boys.

The pastor who felt other men,
Now dates Ken.

The peer who always had to win,
Now lives in sin.

The teacher who used many manuals,
Now worships Jack Daniels.

The bully who teased in school,
Now is a tool.

The girlfriend who left with Sid,
Now has a kid.

The friend who backstabbed,
Now drives a cab.

The owner who made work hell,
Now has to sell.

The wife who ran away with her brother,
Now has no significant other.

The dad who never understood,
Now is petrified wood.

The self who could never cope,
Now hangs from a rope.


On a scale of 1-10 with 1 being BAD and 10 being AWESOMELY BAD, I'm shooting for a 10+ for this poem. Comments and critiques are appreciated. Anything to help bring out my true, bad inner poet.