Fragmented words
Spill with my erratic pulse
With battery acid
Flooding my marrow
Scalding each fearful step

I remain all I can
To be ground up viciously
By the twirling blades
Of hungry skeptics

I expunge frail excuses
From the quivering shell
Of diminished manhood
Squandered masculinity

A feeble voice
Larks from my throat
A coward that trembles
So brittle and hopeless

It matters not
For my hide is minced
A pulp to be drained
And spitefully set adrift

Fragmented words
Are all for not
For they are my own blood
My own bastard spawn