Howl of the Alpha
 
I’m pissed
I am
I want to pound this F-ing man
What were you thinking
You SOB
Come
step aside
 I would have words with thee
Your testosterone failure gives offense to me
You Rant and rave neath the skirted tree
Now you’ve a man to contend with you see
Lets walk a short while
Dare the trail with me
No?
Then walk away
Hide your shortness for the hemorrhoid that I see 
For I will strike you down with glee
my love blankets your victim
do yourself a favor
just walk away
never to haunt her with your foul diction.
 
© Michael Garland