The Sitting Duck Fires Back

Where is the target

On my forehead

That you are aiming at

With your epithets

And callous words

I know you don't understand

The pain they inflict

You need a soul for that

And you sold that

For a gram of gank

So now you attack me

Without impunity

And all I can do

Is stand here and take it

While I pray to God

That I still have enough resistance

To not wire your jaw shut

I know it's running thin

And the temptation's running high

But as opposed to you

I know what's right and wrong

So go ahead

And run me into the ground

Or at least attempt to

Since that's what you're good at

But only one of us will be laughing

When you go in the ground

And it certainly won't be you.