| Written: JUNE, 1999 |
In early morn and without sleep,
You venture forth into heat, deep.
With your cowl pulled low,
No weariness do you show.
Using words hard as steel,
Trespassers are turned to heel!
Striking lance are thine eye;
While behind Armani they do hide.
Of measureless wrath & continence dire,
You stomp about as an angry sire.
Unfocused rage plain within voice,
Lashing out at everyone is thy choice.
