Insicor

Know that I speak of pain
of fury
of anger
of hurt
of degradation and disregard
of granted taken far beyond the bounds
know that I know
even when I do not look like I do
I get it
It makes sense to me
when it doesn't maybe I'l shut up
but until then
you better keep your hands in your pockets
your arms folded
your legs crossed
and
your mouth shut
it will back fire
I will tak out a large chunk
in one
big
bite