Who the fuck are you looking at?

I snarled back at myself.

This was one of those moments,

where you can’t back down,

you’ve got to stay cool.

Respect must be held,

your status maintained.

So I just stared,

a classic street move.

I met my own eyes,

tried to show no fear.

My reflection did the same,

but this can’t be a draw.

In the end there’s no option,

but to headbutt the mirror.

To spill some blood,

and show me who’s boss.

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