29 September 2012
I'm a surly lass with storms forecast Batten down or take flight.
White hot gleaming metal I'm razor sharp with countenance unsettled I'll bleed you dry I'll make you fry I'm soft as stinging nettle.
I'm full of points that stick Handle me wrong, you'll get knicked Mood? muddy brown Lips? tightly frowned Be careful the words you pick.
Dare to make a mention Of thick sliced tension And I'll dice you up with words that cut then send your ass to detention.
Razor Sharp • Opuss № I