Don't hesitate to
fictive, thou dost mock me
Oh fictive, thou dost mock me
With thy high and mighty ways.
You seem to be forgetting
Just who's writing you these days.
Thy arrogance astounds me,
And thy ignorance as well.
For thou art treating with disdain
One who can put thee in hell.
Thou dost disobey my orders,
Thou dost disregard the plot.
Thou art most infuriating!
And thou carest not a jot.
I shall take away thy privileges!
Ban thee from the Cafe!
And to add the final insult let
Thy stories all decay!
So don't you push it, fictive,
For I've got mine eye on thee.
Better tidy up thy act
Or thou shalt deal with me!
