Introduction

"Once poets were reputed to be able to wither crops with a well-worded insult." -Mike Alexander

The Art of Insultery

Hooray! My soul can scarce contain the spasm
of eager joy. I'm champing at the bit
to prove myself a master of sarcasm
in torrents of unbridled spunk and wit.

I'm on my toes; adrenalin is pumping.
Painstakingly, I've trained for this for years,
and when they ring the bell I'll come out jumping
to land a sucker punch between your ears.

It takes a heap of sweat and dedication
to build an arsenal of barbs and hone
them razor sharp. No idle altercation
will find me unequipped to hold my own.

Here comes that laced-with-acid verbal blast ...
(I'll think of it the minute you have passed.)

Copyright; Mary Sullivan
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