She had an accusatory stare down and it fit her
Wielded it like a sledge-o-matic set on obliteration
Even a causal glance could radically change the temperature
Like molten lava in the sea boiling crabs and fish to perfection
Nothing was thrown but you better duck I'm telling you Mister
The danger is real and this is no time for deflection
You'd have better luck at dodging cows in a Kansas twister
Maybe for once you might consider a new direction
But you struggle like weak voltage against a strong resistor
You're the creator of your own wounds and resultant infection
Can't think on your feet when your soul's beginning to blister*
*Yes, soul's instead of soles was intentional
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