What goes around comes around
You reap what you sow
What is that they say?
Ah Namaste

The feeling of satisfaction
Deep inside your core
When the one smug person
The hard way learns their lesson

Karma! We call it
We dance around their graves
We sip our tea in anticipation
As their misfortune pours like precipitation

Call me kooky, call me mean
But there’s nothing I love more
Than to have a front row place
To see the haughty fall on their face

So keep up the good work
Your scamming and screwing people over
Oh but remember, just keep in mind
Karma is never far behind

-Chiseche

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