Do Your Worst

This unruly nillistic river of filth
I call a personality
Carry these teeth in a bucket
Drowned in sawdust
Keep the rot at bay
I do so ,in keeping with symmetry

I didn't ask to be a part of your plans
Couldn't resist the company
Of your sullen tongue
I do so in keeping tradition

Seven years and my
broken edge later

Claims and the facts the falsify
Lacking any clear resemblance of decency ,you've ran your mouth
One mile to far
Like the kids who blamed disasterpieces for the slip of their blade 

You will be my impetus