I Write Poetry

All of the stain and all of the fluff
Think you’re the frothing tough?
It hurts more when truth be known
And a little less when the lips are sewn
It’s like riding lightening on a tin can

If spoken words are your daggers
And an audience being knuckle draggers
So says the beast in his hovel
So, time to wield a golden shovel
Digging out a fraudulent front man

Reach in and pull out a heart
Watch it beat and pull it apart
Eat all of your dinner
Kiss all of your sinners
Trade your fire for the frying pan