Ode To Connie

Pretty, sparkly, bloody glass:
To match her pretty, sparkly, bloody face.
She took up too much of my headspace.
The ruthless, spiteful, horrible bitch.
Her face will now need more than one stitch.
But did I win?
No, because it was a sin.
She’ll always be better, always have more love.
‘Tis why I gave her that shove.
And now she is somehow the victim?
How dare she even think herself better than me?
I’ll leave her stranded out at sea,
Or lock her in the closet
And make a nice deposit;
Sell her body and soul,
Because I am worth coal.

Note: Technically this isn't actually about Connie D'Amico. I just needed a girl's name for the poem. The first two lines are the only thing relating to her. It's really just about popular clique girls.
Inspired by Peter Griffin’s violence : Family Guy, Season 6, Episode 7.