Some people just moved into town.

At least none of them wear a crown.

Who could they be? A friend? A foe?

I really don't know.

Look, they're coming!

You better stop frowning.

They sat and talked to us.

Success at last.

Spoke too soon, I guess,

Said goodbye to my new "friends".

The parting gift we received,

Was returned real quick.

We did them a favor, and now we wait

for the words filled with hate.

"Go to Hell", they said.

Little do they know I'm already there.