Sonnet Sunday’s: Accusations

Like a tormented soul, you begin to shout

Ranting on subjects you know nothing about

To everyone, near your words are so profane

Giving us reason to believe you’re insane

Your anger is sent in my direction

Before we begin, let’s make the correction

Your attitude is not what I would expect

Especially your total lack of respect

A barrage of words you now want to exchange

Honey, there’s no way in hell you’re in my range

Those flapping lips are starting to take their toll

Listen up, buttercup, that’s not how I roll

I want you to remember just who I am

‘Cause once I get started, I won’t give a damn

Best check yourself before you see my black heart

My words will literally tear you apart

So don’t count on me giving you any slack

There’s no way to survive my verbal attack

Ask yourself if this is what you desire

My words will burn your sorry ass like fire