Words are like weapons
Can maim and tear
So in the heat of the moment
You must beware.

We are not rubber *****,
We do not bounce back.
We bear the scars
Of your scathing attack.

We come back changed
Though the change may be slight,
A little bit tougher
With a little more bite.

Stow your tempered words
Within their sheath
Or taste the sharp side
Of our teeth.