Dirty Fight

It's a poem. So yeah!

I said I'd fight back, but I didn't say that I'd fight fair 

Spare me the trouble of making another mess of things 

Spring into action once and twice and thrice times 

Crimes against us without the slightest bit of thought 

Rot and rot a lot through this decaying piece of world 

Curled up in a ball, but still fighting within all the fear 

Author's Note

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