nateb

Fight Scene

It beats me, I'm battered
abused by these bullies,
with bestial patterns
I'm swung by their pulleys.

The pleasure they pull
out of pain that I'm feeling,
forever whenever they sever
my flow when I'm reeling.

Stifling, trifling, tricky
they treat me
with envy they beat me,
compete to defeat me.

Completely un-called for,
they're callous and cold,
I unfold and I blossom
and bust up the mold

to cope with these cowards
who use the defenseless,
they claim to be right
with self-righteous pretenses.

Un-nerved, I deserve
so much better than this,
they serve bottles of beer
that are perfect for piss.

The righteous are real,
these people are frauds
with acclaim from the crowd
crushing cranium clods.

I take care to prepare
plus I'm mentally stable,
I break up their pulley
and cut off the cable.

I'm free to swing back,
they don't count on that fact.
They contract, I expand.
They expand, I contract.



Time to go nuts!