Pleb nature

You know about that horrible feeling,

He is so annoyed that he wishes to fight,

Forced you into submission already,

You could break bones if you wished for it,

The scrawny little runt,

Wasn't fed properly as a kid,

Gets up off his knee, back leg in support,

Just keeps coming back for more,

Every time, and again.

Feels no pain.

Red stains.

Dark.