Condescension is contagious

D. WIberg (Public Domain, CC0)

Murder, so much murder in my heart,

Sitting, waiting for the fight to start,

The ominous absence of noise and bluster,

Inside I'm building an explosive cluster.

Murder, lurks beneath my pale veneer,

Bloodlust, fuels my desire to smear,

I will take you down and tear apart,

The things held close and it will smart!

Murder, of character and self esteem,

I have made many a grown man scream,

Frustration, anger, I’ll take it all,

I’ll make you feel so very small.

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