Confrontation…
Who the f*uck are you looking at?
I snarled back at myself.
This was one of those moments,
where you can’t back down,
you’ve got to stay cool.
~
Respect must be held,
your status maintained.
So I just stared,
a classic street move.
I met my own eyes,
tried to show no fear.
My reflection did the same,
but this can’t be a draw.
~
In the end there’s no option,
but to headbutt the mirror.
To spill some blood,
and show me who’s boss.
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Ha! That seems like a quarterly fight I have 😆 - so many metaphorical mirrors broken
NICE, Phillip.