You had venom in your mouth,
seeping over and under that tongue of yours
lodging itself in between your grinding teeth
foaming in the corners
You were mean spirited,
relentless and without reason,
without comprehension of niceties
digging and meddling in external affairs
You were something else,
cracking your knuckles,
chomping at the bit,
and then biting down good and hard,
like Chopper and the fence he learned to climb,
worse than innocent bystanders
who had aged past their age of innocence
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