Ranting, and rumbling, seemed better suited for the tumbling
Grunting, in which his stumbling manner would aid his wailing.
And then writing seemed the way to stop the smarting anger that,
pushed Back in struggling, from the raping that their bumbling debauchery
Left his waking. Lost in the numbing, he succumbed to crumbling and took to mumbling to settle debts with his whining. Until he chanced on pen and ink
To commence his fighting, against their shoving; to leave scars in bleeding,
Mouths in moaning, and eyes in deep tearing.
Now, he wields power to settle the arguing,
Uses maiden paper till it is whoring
his stabbing to the preying bodies hawking for a living.
INKING IN PAIN