Transplant Poem by shimon weinroth

After I had my pride taken out,
Humility implanted, it still didn't help
Breathing together, every time I aked you countered
With a question, Why can't I get a straight answer

And then emotions flared into super-novas, implicatures
Tracers that whizzed, contingencies loomed in front
Combatants smelling each other, before the embrace,
Of hammerlock, no holds barred, till surrender or withdrawal,

Then one foot steps on the ego of the other,
To declare, I am the king of the mountain
The prize no longer priceless, a deflated inner tube
Lies flatulent and unattractive

Like the useless pride, but then I had something
Now we both have nothing
Why did you tread on me