poetry wars
were raging
all across
the country
when i awoke
this morning.

who else would think
to use the gentle weapons
of eloquence,
assonance
and irony

than men
on the brink
of romance?

upon hearing
the news
i ran out
into the street

and began breaking
car windows
with my bare fists.

i wanted to start
a magnificent revolution
of decadence,
indulgence
and pretension

i wanted to prove
the ancient adage

that the pen
is mightier
than the sword

by stabbing out strangers’
eye balls
with my blue bic biro.