Debt (II)

Give me back my heart.
It's that bloody part
That’s flapping under your foot, robbed of animation.

Give me back my bile.
It’s taken me all this while
to bequeath the lot on undeserving relations.

Give me back my spit.
I want it, every bit
to catapult dark voodoo venom in your face.

Give me back my guts.
To string you up by your ____ (utmost ends),
wrapped round your neck, hang your head in disgrace.

Give me back my fists.
That’s way up on my list.
Need my punchlines to wordily wound and maim.

Give me back my kick.
I’m aiming at your ____ (sick, cruel heart).
I have to raise a fuss to get back on my game.

Give me back my drive.
My engine’s not alive
lost its roar; so pimp my ride,I can only manage hoarse.

Give me back my froth
So I can unleash my wrath
to take you out, the inevitable, unenviable course.

Give me back my nouse.
I’m a loser in the house
against Forrest Forrest Gump at ‘stupid is as stupid gets”.

Give me back my hell.
You really may as well;
It'll be a cold day there before you touch me next.