A Performing Art Poem by Faith Wood

Intimidation creeps upon me
as if it is my greatest fear
It stumbles from bar to bar
searching for a fight
It keeps its' fists closes and ready,
dangling by its' side
incase the moment happens to arise
Words are slurred, left open ended,
full of vindication,
as it tries to justify
the slamming of friend after friend

Communicating becomes too much trouble
and demonstarting is now a performing art
It's the capturing of victims,
chewing and spitting them out
Childhood lessons are forgotton,
kept hidden under the rug-
No need to bring them about
when we're too concerned with self defense

Blinded by the corruption
the idea of a hostile take-over,
there is no room for reconciliation
A minute man obsessed with his objective,
fighting until the very end
and now he'll make it alone.