Jest

Oh - How you simply stand there... mocking.
Ignorant, devious, scornful miscreant!

How I curse you... hate you...
with each and every fiber of my body.

And how vexing it is...
having to stand witness
to your foul, foul, tongue.

I now have but one desire:
to stain my hands with your filthy blood.

So, face me. Without regrets, nor fear.
For I can stand no more to your scoffs, and sneers.

I jest no longer... I shall stand up, and fight.
Clench fists and strike.