Like a pair of bull rams knocking their heads together for hours
Rendering both of them senseless
Which is redundant, of course.
When the going gets tough, I become a lightning bolt
Meandering down the dark sky
Seeking the path of least resistance
While stupid thunderheads bluster and rumble
Until they are totally spent
Dissipating into the vapors from which they emerged.
A famous Samurai, who boasted of his many kills
Found the form of a feather more formidable
Than unrestrained ferocity
And struck with perfect precision
Only after his opponents had exhausted themselves
Trying to smite a floating feather.
Even Alexander didn't bother
With trying and prying and untying
Some ridiculous knot.
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