Poem: Loose Lips
Trouble-makers of the first order…
Loose lips dangerously out of control
Problems and confusion endlessly…
The red rag’s busy causing harm
Day in and day out…
Evil tongue whispers and shouts
Out of control cloth creating damage…
Carelessly hurting and scaring mercilessly
Lacking wise consideration and respect …
Selfishly exerting poisonous tales and lies
Hurting all in view…
…and the imagined crew
Wagging flesh…
Of ignoble variety
Useless commodity…
Of wicked stock
Endlessly and brutally engaged…
About all that’s unhelpful and unconstructive
Slowly isolated and ignored…
Defeated finally, by rational and fruitful beings
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2010,2011-2023,2024... Dennis Arthur Dames