Remarks That Blows Invite

That was A Nasty from you, The Coarsest from a shrew; Men who’d ignore it few To over it lengthily chew … Your Upper Lip I might’ve attacked And The Lower just swollen, As through you’d my pockets ransacked And my valuables stolen ... Your utterances you’d made To, perhaps, lower my grade Their message, that of The Afraid That my fame will never fade: Gibbers which Fury frees And would a victim freeze, Their source foolishly excite, Because vengeful blows invite.