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
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