*’ the poets are all lairs’
a meat poet once wrote
meaning ‘liars’
he let it be
enjoying
the typo’s
double entendre’..
shaking my head
i am terribly
amused by this
truth
he is so right..
over and over..
he’s right again!
another poet jumps
into the fray
placing himself
mid-battlefield
in a war
not his own..
by mistake?
maybe not..
jaws open
fangs bared
dripping with
contempt
he aimed
unnecessarily
missing his mark
but inviting thoughts
of what drew him
to this war
in the first place…
what then?
does he
call on silence
to justify
a similar guilt?
maybe…
maybe not…
i am grateful
for the exposure
to humans
who often miss
their aim
not meaning
to show their
truest colors
and weaknesses
but painting
the perfect picture…
some are liars
sadly snarling
from
their lairs..
we humans
and our imperfections!
all of us!
called out again!
*correction courtesy of mike daily
