Melting like butter
On a hot knife.
I concluded
I can live with some strife.
It may upset me
For an hour or two.
But then it's all over
Who would have knew.
A hard shell
Will repel
What lands on its back.
Words are the same after a spell.
Too sensitive at times
Is not for the sublime.
Or for the haughty
Most of the time.
Words can be like daggers
In skilled hands.
A few loose teeth
Puts you in command.
A right to the jaw
Has stopped a blabbering mouth.
But that's too harsh you say,
But not to an ignorant lout.
I've never hit someone
Just for an off colored word.
But if they get personal
I'll dump them like a turd.
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