Retaliate

[davidbenjamindix]

My first English sonnet, or attempt of at least.

Retaliate


I set the cleaver down, and shift my hand;
this butcher feels so heavy, that's just right.
Tied up and gagged, because this is all planned;
my blade of pain, oh please stay sharp all night.

From ages past, why did you torment me,
bulldoze right through me on a street of pain;
a broken arm and smashed up face you see,
because of you i may just be insane.

I know bone and muscles, inside and out;
my job demands it; im a surgeon sir,
I bulked up pal, protein and carbs no doubt,
Oh wait, did I forget to mention her?

Before this blade starts, i should tell you first,
your sister's pregnant; that is even worse.