Stark Reality

There has become a void in the kitchen The lights are off and it's much too dark Some hold a pen with fingers twitchin' with aggressive hatred much too stark They bark about things they conceive as truth, but a web of deceit they weave. Their eyes perceive with visions blurred Their perceptions and theories proved false and so, they continue with words slurred to bash while tripping the steps of a waltz What wildling creature tries to take a stand at the expense of ridiculing a fellow man I'm writing verses as a rhymester would not to bury Caesar using my pen as a knife No sword do I wield, although I wish I could to silence ones who cry like a bloody fishwife Those who defile others while seeking fame Those whose eyes are jealous are to blame And so, for those to whom these lines apply I'm left with confusion and frankly, disbelief why anyone would dare besmirch a poet by writing insulting words that might cause grief What makes you see others with hateful eyes What bitterness makes you loathe and despise That's the stark reality I find disheartening now I wish somehow it would blow away in the wind Why wallow around in filthy muck like a sow If you're offended by this, it's time you resind the negative words you keep using in taunting Malevolence has a way of returning by haunting