I see you choke on bitter flame,
Rationale with the vitriol you spit.
Your fermented quagmire vines you to your pit,
My flame justifies your blame.
Crisp intentions ignites tensions,
Spawned from your lack of vision.
Rigidity you use in milky collision,
I approach with apprehension.
You provisional intern, you baulk of foul air,
Your meaning, a chasm.
Your integrity, a spasm,
You promote spewed bland fair.
Haste ye back to your mucus cave,
Cracked putrid fettered bowl to consume.
Deafening stench, your failure exhumed,
Your vacuous skull, my words do stave.
Copyright Pedro Batpoet 2018