Jason and Medea

Sing to me, O Muse, of he whom I abhor -

He upon whom I wish the syphilis of a whore.

A venereal disease –a pox from too much love!

How appropriate it seems –justice from above!

He thinks that I know not, his lying, cheating ways

For I smile unto his face and count the hated days

Until I’ll have my vengeance and I’ll gut him in sport

Whispering endearments as I betrayed love abort.

Kiss me kill me love me throw me –go and cheat yet again;

I wait here for my prey in my grinning dragon’s den.