You want I should rhyme and write something lyrical
You want a poem about mending fences
And not constructing them
Preach to someone else my sweet
Of my abusive use of improper sarcasms
And aforementioned hit pieces of poetry and prose
I've stared down the barrel of a loaded gun before
They're only words not bullets I fire
If you are so offended by them then don't pluck out my eye
Close your own
For I try not to become defensive of what I write
When envious people like yourself take delight
In impugning my own self confessed crucifixions
You...poets of the heart and soul
Who write of rainbows and God's will
Angels who wear halos made from their own tarnished acclaim
Dually noted by the the anger in their pain
Impute me with your white picket fence
I bleed not for you but for myself
Drink of it if you like with your vampire needs
To feel superior over even the holier than thou
It is not my foot on which you step
It is my tongue with which I slur your precious name
As you do not yet know the difference
Between a fence and a cage......

2007 © T Sheridan

Ted Sheridan

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