Hold on 
for a second,
I need to be heard.
I'm laying down my torch
and hiding it from view.
I'm casting evil glances,
and sending out dares.
I'm commanding the flames
and telling them 
where and who to burn.
I'm setting a foundation
to be reckoned with.
I'm sliding into home plate
without ever hitting the ball.
I'm taking my rib back from Eve
and refusing the forbidden fruit.
I'm here to stay.
You may as well
look me square in the face
and recognize
the bitter man.
I'm ceasing the continuity,
and breaking all monotonies.
I'm bringing rain
to the land 
of drought.
I'm burning bridges
and setting up road blocks.
No one gets in 
without an invitation.
So take heed,
I'm here
choosing to be heard
and constantly moving.
So cancel resentments
and cautiously appreciate
the bitter man.