You deserved this fall, my dear.
A tumble from grace, crystal clear.
For your heart was cold, your words unkind.
Now it's your turn to taste bitter rind.


You thought you were untouchable, so high,
But karma's a friend you can't deny,
With a mischievous grin, it plotted and schemed,
To bring you down from your lofty dream.


Oh, how sweet it is to...