Do not start with me; br you will not win! br If I could dip br the edge of my pen br in your blood, br you would read this red. br br I have no need br to poke you br in the eye br with a blunt stick. br I can dissect you br with my pen. br br I'm no shrinking violet br when it comes to br pouring on the vitriol. br I'll turn, hidden agenda, br as you wither on the vine br br No dithering on br which seventh, deadly br sin I will choose. br You crossed me. br Wrath wins; br hands down br br No platitudinal, br sacrificial offering br of pretence that br I will not invest br my emotional energy br in you. br br Like the little girl, br with the little curl br bang, smack there br in the middle br of her forehead. br I choose to be horrid br br You offend me, br with your pompous br gait and puffed up br chicken chest br and clip br ….bored br br Your absolute belief br in the sanctity br of your own br self importance. br This smiling assassin br will caress your delusion.