You may say I am discordant,
behaving inchoately against the imposed.
I will not be what I appear in the open,
When something immerses me in the dark
For social consideration I may emerge genial
You have yet to see the tribal man inside me
Do not go by the words uttered,
before the holy fire of our wedding.
The brute inside me may reduce
you to victims of my urges.
Fabricated in the clothe of respect,
you are deceived like a captain.
Visualizing a tip of the iceberg,
I may rock and rip up your bones out of you.
My words do not carry me
nor this façade of decorum.
If I follow my inners and you yours
like the mutually caustic collision of two asteroids