Designed to have the highest
Concentration of barbs and spikes, you sit
Smug between the lines in the pavement.
More smug than you, I take you on bare-handed,
No weapons of metal, but still, I
Think, able. Poked and prodded, I
Consider giving up, unable
To get to your root, soft, fragile
Skin split open to bleed by
Razor sharp spines.
Then I think, this is why
You've gotten so bad, why you've
Gotten so strong; because
Nobody
Ever
Cut you
Down.
So I steel myself for Hell, say well,
******* and your evolutionary process