Acerbic Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Your tongue!

"And...
What about 'my' tongue?

I find it to be,
Sharp.
Scathing.
Caustic.
Venomous.
Satirical.
Sour, piercing and bitter.

"Oh?
And how would you describe,
The facts of your actions.
Witnessed to be condoned?
Justified? "

Well...
Don't try to change,
What I feel to be...
Not only offensive.
But also appalling.

"At least we agree on one thing."

And what may I ask is that?

"One of us happens to be honest.
And the other could be.
But that to face and examine,
May give you time and reason...
To find and understand,
Why my tongue seems to find the words...
Acerbic enough,
To appall and offend you."

But...
I have done nothing to you.
Personally!

"I know.
Your endeavors have been,
More a group effort.
And my efforts to endeavor,
Are for me more personalized.
But trust me,
I do the best I can...
To prove I can be,
As intelligent about it as possible."

I apologize.

"Apologize?
For what? "

I expected more cussing and swearing.

"Why?
If I did that,
You wouldn't feel appalled and offended."

You're right.