Halt your verbal torment for a brief moment
So that I may regale you on my peerage.
I come from a noble lineage:
Lord William the Hushed, My father
And Lady Elizabeth of the North,
My mother, making me endowed with both German
And Irish ancestry. By virtue of this, I am both
Hearty and hard-headed, handling herculean tasks
With ease. Such ease as to have vanquished many a test,
With only a single shard of lead, to have scared
Many a foe by just rising to my full height,
To have never once been trampled by mere words.
And so, this shall continue to stand unchanged.
Accomplished only because I will not be
Slain by your words, they have no merit!
My maladjusted heart may be malleable,
But that doesn’t mean you may toy with it.
However you do not see the boundaries,
So I shall have to cut you off. Once I am
Done with you, then I commence the severing:
I will just pierce the skin of the lecherous beast—
The leech you have become, and watch as you
Slowly slink away as I start to set right
All of what you have ruined. Then I will be
Recovered and you will be long since departed.
I refuse to let my noble parents down like
You do yours.