Made of Armor / by Ronald Jackson

I am made of armor
My body is impenetrable
Empty the ammunition from your most advanced weaponry
No man made firearm can step to me
Send instructions for my destruction to every infantry
In the end will be nothing but disappointment
Route your bravest warrior
Dispatch your strongest soldier
I will wear a smile as their efforts wear thin
Draw your sword
Try to cut me down
Stare in amazement as I do not even bleed
Then allow the thought to concede in defeat to proceed in you
The actions of your artillery only impede the day to rue
The day you learn of experienced emotion
No motion against me will drop my knee south
Because I am made of armor
Nothing hurts

...nothing but your mouth

2/18/2013