To CAGE my heart, first FUEL your ASSAULT
WHERE TRIGGER words will stab with their intent.
Then , SIX times SIX and DOUBLE, TYPE my faults;
no MERCY from your LIST may you relent.
So, bind my soul, ’tis EASY said and done;
no GUESS is necessarily untrue.
Your vibes and all your slander are not won
because my heart has listened to your brew.
But I say cast to hell your quacking tongue.
I’ll catch a better flounder from the sea:
one purified by salt it swims among
or sanctified along a loving lea.
Your words of condemnation form a wall;
a place I cannot enter, now, at all.
(Shakespearean Sonnet. Rhyme: abab;cdcd; efef; gg. Meter: iambic pentameter.)