Cruel Spit 

I dare you to move an inch

Quiet as I stand and remain calm

I loathe the essence of your aroma

Watching your words like a hawk

I challenge you to raise your voice

Reserved as I sit and remain still

I detest your point of view

Staring at the soulless scarecrow

I defy your small perspective

Restraining myself and biting my tongue

All you are is cruel spit

8 Comments

  1. Damn! That deep inner loathing built from the moments upon moments of small mind vomit, eyes turned dark as they see underneath the shallow veil. Whew! Not sure I’d wanna get on the wrong side of this guy! Quiet calculations.

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