Pale student.(your comments)

You question me without premise.
You´re red faced now but...
That ghostly pale skin conditioned to annoy us is febrile
and alive despite looking a dead lack.
Dark shadowy eyes of yours waiting to be attacked.
I´d like to break you apart like a gruesome G.I joe.
Indeed to meet your trunk self in forced humility,
cigar burns and urine.
To hook and snatch the irony from your pure grin.
Fry it for amusement like your useless questions.
Your underhanded comments stay in your mouth
festering.
I´m hoping to get enough flame into my voice
to burn you, then hook you on a hoist.