Zen Zero with the Rim Knocked Off

The big tall bully
walks
into the room,
and everyone turns
and looks;
they know where he is
at all times,
and if he reaches
to flick his hair,
everyone is aware
of his every move
and the crowd scatters
like a school of grackles
unaffected
by his inability
to keep
from telegraphing
his every move,
and so
he becomes harmless
and disinfectious
with his noise.

Drinking something
and subtly playing
a game
of 9 ball
by himself,
the small framed
swordsman
relocates his bottle
in order
to reframe
his shot.

Having
not talked
to anyone,
and not being
in any line
of vision,
it is unnoticed
when he hurls
the three ball
with dead on
balls accuracy
from 32 feet
and smashes
the giant right
in the forehead
in his paid retaliation
for an evil
the bully has
previously done.  

Deadly fucking shot.

Never smoked
and left
with the bottle
in his pocket,
backing out
and not even
breathing heavy
in between
the leaning onlookers
who have no idea
what happened
because the man
just simply
collapsed.

Who was then
more powerful?
 
Yeah,
fuck that.

runningturtle87