"What's the Craic?"

"What's the craic?"
She says with a grin
Full of malevolence
And unabashed sin

"I won't tell a soul,"
She lies through her lips
Scheming to wreck
A few social ships

She swims through the school
A shark among sheep
Subversively scaling
The hierarchy heap

She's fast, fluid
At the top of her game
Until a falsified rumor
Brings her to shame

She's flung from the heights
As a new shark is born
An investor in whispers
And distributor of scorn

"What's the craic?"
He says with a grin
Full of malevolence
And unabashed sin

The End

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