Brass Tacs
A clenched fist is all it takes
To break it down
Until saliva mixes with the crimson rush
It takes you back to the beginning: primate
Weapon of choice is tongue, for me,
Think of what one can do with it :
Much more than a fist or foot;
Connive, lie, hurt, scold, bash, mame, STOP.
If my tongue should ever battle first
I will use both simultaneously, and kill
Provoke, lure, beg, beat, crush, break-THROUGH.
No victors here, no right or wrong
Just raw, pure violence
Untouchable by fearful faint of heart
Not me; I swallow mine.
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