Insults

Glowing, half transparent underneath the pot, burnt, yes I'm scorched but not sweating, because I'm furious, so hurt! Horrid, nagging insults though they break before my skin, salt unto the open wound fire on oil's brim. My tongue is dull as a dagger, my bones rot like pure gold, only like the fire, I'm not at all bold. I'm as weak as a boulder, I'm as kind as an angry beast; generous as I rip and tear bones and sinful meat! Oh, weak am I? and sissy? brainless? or no wit? a syllable of another word, my teeth will loose grit! Thoughtless and unworthy? boiling in a pit? One more word I'll eat you up, slash you into bits! Glowering near translucent, underneath the pot, burnt, and the pot is a a-brimmin' 'cuz man, I am so hurt. Worthless noogy insult, 'though they shatter upon my bones spice upon a wet fresh cut fire melting gold... I'm nearsighted like an eagle, I can only fight a boar, one insult I'll show them see if they'd ask for more.