atomic turret
Back to quatrains? My words must've had weight.
Try to ignore my fire, but I'm turning up heat,
You're sweating in place, as I'm upping my speed.
You call it a war, but I've already won,
I've got your attention? Now I'm having fun.
You're a one-hit wonder, I'm sure, but the hit's yet to come.
Cadence crippled? Rhythm weak? At least I know how to speak.
Say I repeat, but you can lay down your pen,
Your every line, I've already read. . .
I'm a songbird, lichen-painted,
Not like you are: sorrow tainted.
You ought to respect my grace,
It's okay, my style leaves everyone dazed.
You don't have to pretend, that you can withstand,
the forces I carry with me.
Pretend not to like me, but you will kneel down.
I can force anyone down to the ground.
Say I'm not, but I am a king: the king of hearts,
While you're not even on the cards.
What will your rebuttal be? Another weak rhyme?
Up your game now, you're wasting my time.