My busted broken lip matches my busted broken ego
And the bitter taste of iron is once again a familiar tone on my tongue
The satisfaction of being right has evaded me again
As it rings ragged in my ear
As I am forced to kneel of no accord of my own
I bend with slouching shoulders
And a lazy smile
That I paint on with acid and arsenic
And I wait
For when I can mend my bruised flesh
And mollify the monster inside us all