Do you know what you’ve done
To the children you shun
Their sweet hearts you have broken
With the words you have spoken
Though liar and cheat
The rap you won’t beat
Is the way you have treated
The children you cheated
When you’re an old dying man
There’ll be nary a fan
At your grave, at your end
Not a single real friend
Justice is karma
The cost of your drama
You’re worth none of my time
Nor one more rhyme