One, Nervous, Sitting Duck. Poem by Michael Gale

Back and forth...
Forth and back.

Never can i relax, always on pins and needles.
Touchier, than an over weighted man, naked, except for sporting a skimpy, pair of speedos.

I waltz and strode across the cage...
Pent up anger instilled with rage.

Look out, you crying, weasel pansy...
Can you tell, that i am all nervous and antsy.

The fist went to your eye, and bloodied, falling teeth, and nose...
Look at all the blood, just trickling on down in rows.

The blood, sprinkles ever so gently soft...
I've killed you once and twice, i did, it fast, at last, I've finished you off't.