Instinct

What was it that roused me from drugged out stupor?
Your friend, bald, tattooed in the corner!
Pissing his mark 'round my bed.

Your whining
"Stop she's my sister!"
Little effect on Neo-Hister

Fury, Adrenaline my Heroine!
Rising to meet vulgar offender
Smash his face with dead on fists!

What'd he say? 'bout my baby tits?

Blood red wrath wrapped in thin brown skin!