It’s best
I never speak out loud
Of poets, life & liars;
I’d spark a streak
From feet to street
That sets my seat on fire.
Would I dare sip
Sir Shakespeare’s words
& waste them in my belly?
I’d just as soon
Sup shark’s teeth stew
& fresh piranha jelly.
Whose words
Spark wars & bloody gore
That tint the twilight sky?
The poet’s pen
Dissects them all
& leaves the young to die.
