VINDICTIVE

Revenge, it is alleged, is my gift,

Just as death was Buffy Summers's.

It is unwanted and unasked for. I abhor

The subtle and gross arts of kanli.

I need not explain myself, of course!

Such inevitably results in a zero-sum game...

[NOTE: Bill Francis Way was my father. He died in 2015. He was always proud of me; he loved me unconditionally; he was my partner in crime; he empowered and respected me. Along the way, in my tween years I particularly remember that he did fault me a couple of times for my vindictive streak, and strove thereby to rid me of it. He was not that successful as such... RIP]