This pen is filled with poison.
It strikes with graceful precision,
like a cornered cobra.
A few strokes and you'll be on
your knees
reduced to a hemorrhaging heart.
But it's the quiet one's
you have to keep your eye on,
isn't it?
The one who never punches back.
But the punches and insults
don't go anywhere.
They linger inside and produce venom.
They pace like a waiting tiger in a cage.
When the pen is full
and the tiger is hungry
they will attack until
they get their fill.
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