That overblown, huffed-puffed freak
Considers the area between his legs
To be more important
Than the patience I'm serving out
Concerning his utter disregard
For customs
Basically expressed politeness
Personal space
Intellectual awareness
He just wants to tie a snake leather belt
Around his monstrous waist
And a ten-ton hammer
Around his frail neck
Before jumping into a gushing river
Containing the essence of being full of himself
Unpredictably
I serve him justice
By breaking up his subservient spell
While transporting another dead-lift weight
Onto my temporarily rented shoulder shackle
He sees and nods, and sniffs, and grunts
And reluctantly gives way
Only to come back for a return strike
Right on the linoleum dancefloor
Shoulder to shoulder, crack to crack
Just because
The perceptively inferior
Had the ball breaking gall
To behaviourally question
His callously squatting supremacy
