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

2010,2011-2023,2024... Dennis Arthur Dames