Stride

This, too
shall I abide?
Bite my tongue
and take in stride.

Not to argue
nor complain.
Grin and bear it
and show no pain.

Resist the urge
to say my peace.
To incite war--
it'd be release.

And even though
I've club in hand
Shall I bow and look
the weaker man?

Shall I put my
wooden stick away
And agree with
everything you say.

Bite my tongue?
Swallow my pride?
Even this piss
shall I abide?