Vice

Vice You think that you have gotten me You think that you have won You think you have me in your vice You think that I am done Your arrogance betrays you so turn that handle more with each passing turn you expect the pending gore You think you can’t be brought down You think you can’t be touched You think your titled shields you You think that I’ll be crushed All metal has a weakness It only takes one part Its when you turn and hear the noise That’s when it falls apart You think that I’ll start begging You think that I’ll yell stop You think that I have nothing left You think you’re on the top At last your turns exposed you The vice has lost its grip The metal split to pieces The screw you used has stripped You think that I’ll just move on you think you rigged this game you think this won’t be different you think were all the same As you sit and wonder how the wheels fell off your cart I’ve watched take all your turns It’s my turn now to start.