liberal guilt improv 2

Our polite is a blunt edged guillotine all hesitant bounce.
Our correct is endless deferral and qualifiers.
We are deferring ourselves into quiet.
Remember conviction?
Let conviction oilstone your tongue.
Pin me to the wall with your jawbone.
Smash your thesis through my guts and explain straight to my spine.
Let your substantive dialogue tear through me like a blowtorch.
I am unmoved;
MOVE!

Waltz me like a barfight drunk.
Break me like a wave.
Unhandle me.
Ungentle me.
I am all angle and refinement.
I am all firecracker fizz.
I wish to explode.

Load your lungs with bombs,
let your heart be a howitzer,
and blow me away.

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