Unsaintly

photo courtesy of Magpie Tales 65

You see yourself a saint, don't you?
One of God's true little darlings?
If Fioretti were writ new
You'd have roasted all the starlings.

You must believe that you are right
You act with venom and with spite
That cross 'round your neck is a joke
I hope some day it makes you choke.

submitted for Magpie Tales 65

This is my first attempt at a Rispetto poem. It's been revised several times already to fix the meter!