Tell me off if I speak,
Of subjects that flare cheeks,
And idioms that irritate your soul.
Respectfully and with candour,
Rein in my reckless abandon,
Hold still the social pendulum, steadfastly, hold.
Describe what it feels like,
To absorb words as spikes,
Stingers, that abrasively cajole
One into retaliation,
A pitied self-degradation,
A situation initiating boldness,
A calculated coldness,
An anger of the oldest degree.
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Love the way weave your word’s!
Awesome!