Poem # 28- Battleground

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Vast and treacherous;
Yes, I admit!
The impact of their letters—
Strongly they gripped.

A minuscule fabric from a mat;
I was; and still am!
To just watch the superiors
For their toxic combat.

A punch of unknown appellation!
A slap of snarky compilation!
Snap! Crunch! Ouch!
Whilst they rose up; breathless.

Another kick of brutal shade!
Along with a slam of petty hate!
Shriek! Wheeze! Yowch!
Fall along their usual grouch.

With a trivial phase of hit!
And some futile pile of fit!
NO! STOP! NOW!
Oh why?!

Is this even a battleground?!

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