Come-uppance

         Come-uppance

Oh the things they whisper of what I lack
imperfections told too loudly behind my back
safe in the knowledge I won't counter-attack
or refute a ball they've slung
of bad-mouthing mud.

But I lack no courage to put plain in speech
and obvious response in action to every leech
ascribing faults and kicking asses each
until they've bled and stung
and paid in blood.