Stepped On

I stepped down with my toe

Striking a blow

All in self defense

In the heat of my sense

I wasn't to blame

But I called it a name

A malice pretense.

 

There isn't a rule

If you call me a fool

My shoe is a tool

A weapon to be

So what do I see?

The lesson for me

Was in becoming the weapon.

 

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