Son of a Witch

That ole son of a witch!
He put a spell on me
Using his wizardry.
Doesn’t he know I’m rich?

Forget about magic.
I’ll go purchase a bomb.
Who cares about his mom.
Payback will be tragic.

Now, all that will depend
Is what he can detect.
For just the right effect
His focus should descend.

I’ve got it! A graphic
Picture of something weird.
Something he’s always feared:
Acne, [reeking havoc.

I’ll photo shop his face
And make posters with them,
Make copies and stick them
Up all over the place.

Then, when he gets all mad,
I WILL THROW THE GRENADE!
REVENGE WON’T BE DELAYED!
THEN HE WILL KNOW WHO’S BAD!

Now, if all goes my way,
I will so promptly seize
Retaliation’s ease,
And he’ll have rued the day.

Hold on, what’s with this itch?
DO I HAVE CHICKEN POX?
He heard my mental plots!
That ole son of a witch.