The Poet’s Pen

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.