Apology

Accidents happen.
Who knows where blind Hod
found that twig? Why it grew so sharp?
I wasn't there. Never saw it fly,
heard the sweet hiss. He threw it,
why pin the blame on me?
So I'm paler, rangier. They call my kin
giants. Racists! That it?
Because I'm smart? Smart arse,
smart alec, no one likes a smart mouth.
Stock suspicion of the clever.
Something less open? My lovely face,
their furtive needs. Not that I swing
both ways, but how many nights have they spent
hoping? Clean-cut. A good moisturiser.
What do they know? The ladies
prefer it. Anyhow, he deserved to die.
'Go on, take your best shot! Nothing
can hurt me!' Who was he kidding?
We all hate a braggart. He
had it coming. Trust Loki.