lived, in surly (albeit confident) repose... <br />given a less-than-penetrating glance, it could have appeared to be smothering under scraps and spittle.... <br />all the while sharpening its claws <br />on the slime-smeared inners of the bin...a fact that had gone unnoticed.... <br />(the lid being unlifted and all) <br />it pretends no graces....spews a caustic bile...the recipients of these well-directed fluids are those whose hiding places were ramshackle, stuffed with senselessly-deployed weaponry..... <br />it does discriminate...it knows mercy, but has discarded that tool... <br />mitigate...mollify? (those m'n'm things, sugar-coated for the thin-skinned...) <br />it does not offer candy...<br /><br />delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-59/
