Strike him
Punch him
Knock him down
You know you want to
Feel the bones crumple
As your fist smashes into
His beaky nose
Knocks the teeth through
That sardonic grin
Dig your clenched hand in
To that bloated belly
Kick the fucker while he’s down
Watch him drown in his own
Blood
But you won’t
Coward
No
Why
I just really am not
That kinda guy
Rather take him off his feet
With a few choice words
To illustrate my rapier wit
Demonstrate my superior
Intelligence
Oh sorry mate
He says
As he bumps into me
No worries
I say
It happens
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (1)
Hahahahahahahahhaa this made me laugh!