ODE TO AN APATHETIC KNAVE
O apathetic knave, with the golden brown eyes.
Go on and pull the cape swiftly over their eyes.
You doth feign care only for those that can get you somewhere.
You shall pay the price for your lack of foresight.
O apathetic knave, with strong arms.
Superficially you appear to be tough.
However, you are just a weak coward, hobbling along.
They'll see right through your mask sooner or later.
O apathetic knave, perhaps someday the tables will turn.
You shall feel a burn, a prick, perhaps a twinge.
Till then, play on o apathetic knave.