Target
in memoriam C.T.G.
If words came as bidden
opened avenues
brushed ego aside
began flinging stuff through
conceits, longheld prejudice
bottles of piss
re-heated revenge
served up with a kiss
self-righteous tirades
unilateral, shrill
a teacup of toxins
from bitter old pills
vomitted eloquence
sparked by a slight
accusation from someone
or something not right
drummed down fusillades
released inner kids
broke down your guard
called out my id
Sent crusaders, stormtroopers
brickbats and bile
with the wink of an eye
and a twinkling smile
Could petulant spatting
still do me some good?
Re-write the outcome?
You betcha. It could.
