Savage Slayer

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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