De-meaner

You’re the meaner of us both

I always thought I was

But your forked tongue and fangs

Have bitten off more than they can chew

Even for you.

I hope you choke.

Oh wait now it’s my turn.

I don’t really mean it but  I sense  that you do.

I sense your claws drawing

That’s quite the picture you’re painting.

Me in demon red

Using my blood.

Oh can we ever go back

To the lap dog days ?

(c) Slumpless

 

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