My acumen is not misbegotten,
I avouch to pontificate scad
Of salient feat to defeat you, fear.
Your bootless rage is incapable to rake out the probity of my thoughts,
I will not resile to your obloquy gaze that disguises the gun-down of my gut.
Your lenticular wink of whidded whale cannot expunge the euphoria of my doughtiness.
You cannot scumble my painted intrepidness with your debonair daunting.
Your canard threat cannot infantilize my sprouted stout-heartedness,
My fist is fixed to forge into the fog,
And dump dragonized darts in a ditch.
Your threat is a thread of a wool
Wailing to weave in futility,
With no stance of turgidity.
I know you can hear,
I will shake you like a dust into the pan!
I will trash you like discarded dirts!