poetry for the poetic: 5

XCIII

-smile more-
grin with your eyes sharp
and teeth bared
he is easy to hunt

-don't be so emotional-
your tears are acid
and your anger mercury
watch him choke

-that skirt is asking for it-
dress in titanium armor
and a wreath of gold
he isn't ready for the siege

-you are weak-
hoist the solar system
on your shoulders
and put atlas to shame

he will never expect a riot
ready your weapons
this is not a war
this is triumph
worthy of legends