A Few Modest Remarks

My modesty forbids a foolish grin,
But when I sliced your head off with my sword
I was so proud, I wanted a reward,
So I removed a donut from the bin
And had a bite. You babbled about sin,
And it was boring. I was really bored,
Completely done with wakefulness, restored
To action by the spittle on my chin.

The drool convinced me I should weaponize.
Ha! Weaponize! We're making words up here,
Inventing meanings, taking what was clear
And muddying the stream, fogging the skies.
You wearied me with thoughtful songs and lies,
And I indulged in one moment of cheer.