Month: October 2012

When the man doesn't want
to deal with humanity,
He goes down to the trenches,
pushes weights from his benches, 
And he clenches his fists.

When he hits a target, he hits it with a twist.
Trying to be as passive as the morning mist, 
Feeling as aggressive
As a yellow jacket
when it's pissed.

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