One Skewered Eyeball is More than Plenty

Round about the cauldron go In the poisoned thoughts you throw. Revenge is on your wounded mind, Frustration with him hath made you blind. You conjure some unkindness anew, Just like the ugliness that he spewed, Backlash he earned of nightly mare For fair is foul and foul is fair. Perfectly gathered ingredients poured, In...