How Do You Like Me Now

Coming from a distance,
You picked me to offend...
And,
How do you like me now?

You believed my wrists,
Were limp and bent...
But,
How do you like me now?

You thought it would be easy,
To spit in my face.
And you thought that the doing,
Would humiliate.
But all you did was show me...
Who to boot,
To the the curb.
And I showed you,
You shouldn't pick your battles with someone...
Accustomed to fighting in dirt with the dirty.
And...
How do you like me now?
And...
How do you like me now!

Coming from a distance,
You picked me to offend...
And,
How do you like me now?

You believed my wrists,
Were limp and bent...
But,
How do you like me now?

You shouldn't pick your battles with someone...
Accustomed to fighting in dirt with the dirty.
And...
How do you like me now?
And...
How do you like me now!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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