Grouch, without word or warning,
severs my strand to free speech.
Smothers the ears of the majority.
"Avert your eyes, children"
He kicks out from under me that which i /stand on
/stand for.
Its a shame it's not a bucket.
I fall, the floor breaks my teeth.
I'm forced to bite my tongue.
But I'm not thwarted, the bitter taste of blood,
not defeat, does nothing for your cause.

I'm the enemy you don't want to make.
So cut the bullshit.
They may not like it,
but Let Them See.