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.