You jut your chin out at me,cut your eyes.
Cunningly, you measure me
and I surmise
you've had your fill of taking it,
you've had your share of crime.
And all the sweetest in you
has curled up and died...
You never say the words, I hear them all the same.
This new attitude of yours,
I feel your rage.
NOTE-This was written in response to a challenge at the New Writers and Readers Welcome blog. Check it out and think of joining if you are a poet.