Rage
black
vile
streams through me
as I quiver
mouth compressed
for if I were to try to speak
my words would flay the skin from your soul.
How dare you attempt to discredit me?
To take what I have done
what I want to do
spewing false rumors
tried to take me down a notch or two
bring me to your level
only
I would not stoop.
Your level is lower than low.
Words chosen for you
written down
must practice
so those long words
they don’t turn you into a fool.
(Oops too late
you have already proven that.)
You are audacious
blowhard
immoral
ignorant.
Words
bitten back
choke me
until there is no more
I cannot be silenced.
Roar I do.
Back you into the corner
enraged
spittle flies in your face.
Scared
hands up
try to placate
while I skewer you
on my worded sword.
©Sept. 21/19
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