You call those claws? Withdraw those nubs,
and come back when your talons grow;
I have no time to make retort
against the feeble likes of you.
You say the world agrees with you?
Well, that just proves the world a fool,
that would admire a steaming mass
of horse manure, long as it's fresh.
You say you've friends to state your cause
in fisticuffs and bloody games;
I'm not surprised. Who was it said
of violence, "dullard's last resort"?
Call off your hounds, your hawks, your shrews
(they bore me beyond reason's edge),
unless you mean to (and you don't)
give me respect you have not learned.
05 AUG 2007
