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Victim

04.17.13

Bring it on!
Muscles bulged
Fists clenched
Head teeming with rage

Chalk up another victim
A battered trophy,
For public display
Spawns fodder for the babble

Oh the target
Puny
Soft
Bleeder
And a low threshold for pain

Better yet
Nerd
Skittish
Loner
And too yella to rat

Licks the lips
Blood thirsty hound
A loaded gun
Ready to rip

Laugh it up!
Grin curled
Presence mocked
Core crackling with fury

Insane sanity
Seeded survival
Nurtured by fear
Blossomed with madness

Oh the aggressor
Brash
Cocky
Instigator
And a short fuse to boot

Better yet
Ungainly
Insecure
Meathead
And bravado unbecoming

Waits in the shadows
Outfoxes the hound
Brings a knife to a gunfight
Long odds to be beaten

― B

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3 Comments
  1. Damn. What a gem. Long odds, self imposed. That’s competition. Love it, man.

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