Be Blind

Idiot boy with your sharp edge words
And pathetic anger thrusts,
Uncontrolled and truculent.

And yet you still wound me
With that polite etiquette
Of admission

I'm not right for this?
You can't do this with me?
What, did the pedestal get too high for you?

And I'm just supposed to sit back
And let you spew black
All over my pristine glow -
I don't bloody well think so.

You insult my tastes,
You belittle my words,
My speech, my style
Because you can't manage them.

Raging little jealous creature.
Envy lacerates you with its
Branching talons.

A pity
Only the rest of the world
Can see it
Instead of you.





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