Short fused temper
Do not push me aside
You'll only strike a match
That lights a fire in my eyes
Acidic words? They corrode
Your own defence
Torment and shove? Well
You are a creature devoid of sense.
So continue to prattle
Just don't be surprised
The day you push me too far
I will rise;
Smiling,
Hand in hand
With a shovel.
