New Leaf Sonnet #10

Vivid imagination, a blessing
Adulterated by a wretched curse.
It turned a lesser man into something
Noble and admirable, but you are worse
Than my imagination imagined -
A kind of accomplishment, I suppose.
When you broke my heart you must have then grinned,
Your worth in the Snake's eyes must have then rose -
Another minion to manipulate,
Like the White girl who was given the task
Of watching my blog. Did the Queen of Hate
Put you on sonnet patrol? I must ask -
What does it feel like to be evil's tool,
The Bitch's own bitch, a prime goddam fool?