It's a constant struggle
Between man and beast.
Two juveniles
Engage in battle.
Some might expect me
To be only a spectator
Of the war
Between these young gladiators.
It saddens me.
It enrages me.
Two allies of mine
Brutally focused on
The throat of the other.
Their aggressiveness
Makes me curse and scream.
It almost renders me bald.
They fare no better
When they are separated.
Beast seeks out challengers.
Man uses his words,
Or complete lack thereof.
The beast bites.
The man screams.
The crowd observes the chaos.
I die a little inside.
Sometimes,
I want to shake the shit
Out of both of them.
I await the day
When the stress of guardianship
Clogs my blood vessels
And fogs my vision.
Violent thoughts jog
Amidst the cells of my brain.
It's a battle to the death
And I am the loser.

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