I need to congratulate you.
You did a good job.
Achieved your goal.
Your moves were so calculated
It had to be a plan.
You must’ve wanted to leave me lying on the floor…
…in a foetal position.
You must feel so proud
So powerful, so strong
You deserve congratulations for stooping so low
For stepping over others to achieve
Because I know it’s something I could never do
I know it’s something a lot of people cannot do
Good on you.
You must feel like a god now.