It Was Nothing...I Thought

It was nothing

Figurative actually

A jesting teasing dart

But must have plunged

I see

Like a knife into your

Heart

And thus this

Verbal assault

rounds back

Now defend I myself

And try to cover up

My public face

My pride

From your wrathful uppercut

Heartless cad

My gut

From your embodied vocal blow

Worthless ass

My bones

From your wrenching tone

Hopeless rat

My groin

From your kneed-ful, wrathful moan

My defenses lie ‘round

Sentences not found

Words knocked to the ground

I wait without a sound

Figuratively figuring

Your vocabulary-skewering

Would mortally end

E’en the words my thoughts

were ne'rtheless a'spewing

So take me down

With your last

Onslaught

Your linguistic

Thrust

If kill my wit, my parries

My repartee you must

But wait, wait

Weighty wait

I wait

And wait

And will.

As you’ve turned your

Verbal venom

On a different

Language victim

Who thought his

Playful teasing

Would be attention-pleasing