by Nick Gisburne
If you are such a tiny evil eye
How truly diabolic can you be?
I have a simple question: tell me why
Should anything so tiny trouble me?
In truth, I do not celebrate my size
I cannot shake a mountain to its core
But you, my friend, would certainly be wise
To think of what is easy to ignore
A simple vessel bursting in the brain
A problematic rhythm of the heart
A deepening, debilitating pain
With which affliction would you like to start?
My evil may be tiny, it is true
But maybe it is big enough for you
