that incredulous look in your eye
did my quote-unquote
condescending tone trigger you?
did you find yourself on the other side
of the sharpened blade of my knife?
tell me, how does it feel?
is it sublimely bitter-
the taste of poison in your mouth?
you beg for the antidote
seeking mercy at my feet
begging forgiveness
a grand trojan horse of a display
but i see through your sins
and finally, i walk away unscathed
let your faux white flag burn where it stands