Plight in Pride

So you can’t choke from swallowing your own pride?
Well I chocked the prick that hurt mine.
With my hands,
ample time.

Thumbs over windpipe;
pressure applied.
He said he loved me –
turns out he lied.

Lips blue,
bloodshot eyes;
he looked pathetic -
little surprise.

Body limp,
not lifeless;
Gasping expressions -
priceless.

Foot ready.
Love’s for fools.
Drew my size six back
and kicked his balls.

Now a foetal position,
justice is done.
Tried to mess with me;
as ever – pride one.