I was told they watch us all,
Every year from winter to fall.
But I no more believe their lies.
Those angels in the blue skies,
Only watch for the sport,
Laughing as they thwart.
Teasing us with hope,
Then as we need them they elope.
Saving Graces they are claim,
But they won’t even save a dame.
Angels are as cruel as him.
Full of evilness to the brim.