To the Men that are Not Him

I intimidate you

Don't I?

I make you shake - shudder
As if (by some strange way)
Infection had found
It's place in your brain
The hand of your eye
Bubbles, Blisters, and Tries
But it burns up like sound
Before reaching my thigh

I intimidate you, don't I?
Quite Obviously
I intimidate you,
But you hardly change me