Switch my bitch on, I dare you...

I have realized that a Peacock is not a peacock if it doesn't preen. So sweetheart, I am done hiding my plume so you feel better about your grey dull feathers. So done. My advise is, keep up or just stay out of my path, lest you get burned by my trailblazing ways. See I don't think you get it, i decided that u should be up on that pedestal that has my name written all over it cause it makes you happy and your happiness is actually important to me. But if you push me to the point where all I can do is shove then don't blame me if u find yourself sitting on on your sorry little arse. I used to eat boys like you for breakfast. I used to make you run circles around my little pinkie till you can't see straight and then have you thank me for your migraine. You little fuckwit,I made you a king and I can easily make you my court jester. And you'd be none the wiser...