Round Up

So it seems that you’ve

kicked me in the balls

(bringing me to my knees),

punched me in the gut

(knocking the wind out of me),

karate chopped my throat

(grasping for air nightly).

So it seems that you’ve

brought a horse into the picture,

crushing my head with a gallop.

I don’t really see the point.

My brain is already gunmetal.

The protons and the electrons

and the neutrons have come to

all but a standstill.

So it seems…