See You In Tea©

Slight as you might,

Your mind in disarray. 

Your words constantly caustic,

With such intent as to betray,

Your little think tank;

With nothing good left to display.

Alas, you should come huddled and broken

A silent cry and plea 

But I shall no longer answer to your calls

To put your mind at ease.

Such is the Scorn of the Scorpio 

And all those things you heard;

You're on the wrong side woman!

Don't say another word.