Adult Spare Insults

A long stare at one is plain insult: I’ve never done that to an adult, Even one in his dying Renault, Badly harassing him with some fault, Wanting to end up in their own vault Or owner dispatch to his own vault… But should one adult spare insults, Who has been offering open assaults And could on a youth use catapults With all their devastating results? Indeed, respect is reciprocal: On this never stop being the vocal, Your stand points incisively focal, Whether in town or a place local… This for the consumption of the child Beginning to sprout wings a bit wild…