by flammeusgladius

The Meeting

Your enemies are meeting, lad, tonight

To find out how to deal with pesky you.

You needn’t think that they will see the light

And end up doing what they ought to do.

Rather, they’ll screw up with a brand new screw—

A screw that you cannot anticipate.

Their idiocy only they’ll renew—

And, in the realm of foolishness, do great.

Rejoice!  Thus they embrace as certain fate

Their own defeat – which spells your victory.

Everything in them that you love to hate

Destroys itself: a lovely sight to see!

Do not disturb them, lad, as they prepare

The blunder that their fortunes cannot bear.

–Tom Riley