Karma

When they cut me, I just can't resist,  

With a grin and a flick of my wrist,  

I’ll return all the pain,  

With some sharp, glassy gain,  

Oh, revenge is a twist you can't miss!  

With a slice and a snip, I declare,  

That hurt trips must be handled with flair,  

So when they break me,  

Like a glass symphony,  

I’ll leave them all gasping for air!