Insult

I talk of things stupid
Of consequence, I think not. Hah!
I don’t know what matters.
I talk to be talking. I repeat to mock.
I recite to remember the insult.
Something about
a mother, a sister, a father, a wart, a whole face, about size.
You deserve it. I deserve it. We’re fallen.
You skewer my tongue as you stand on it.
Blood flows; can’t say more and I leave.
You won. There’s always a bigger fish.
Life has to be more than this.