
Poem # 28- Battleground
Vast and treacherous;
Yes, I admit!
The impact of their letters—
Strongly they gripped.
A minuscule fabric from a mat;
I was; and still am!
To just watch the superiors
For their toxic combat.
A punch of unknown appellation!
A slap of snarky compilation!
Snap! Crunch! Ouch!
Whilst they rose up; breathless.
Another kick of brutal shade!
Along with a slam of petty hate!
Shriek! Wheeze! Yowch!
Fall along their usual grouch.
With a trivial phase of hit!
And some futile pile of fit!
NO! STOP! NOW!
Oh why?!
Is this even a battleground?!
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