one step forward

three steps backward

wait – are we dancing

more like fencing

and i keep putting my foot in it

your big left foot right in it

retouching past attacks

with feint attacks

wound-reopening fleche

this was a mistaken fleche

still – you get a black card

that must have hit hard

so i go down on my knees

i cant hug you on your knees

epee – no more saber or foil

touché – get up my gray-matter foil.

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