The Enemy By Your Side.
He may not dress in camouflage
or wear a metal hat
the carrying of a gun
that's not his style, is that.
it doesn't mean to say, he's not,
your enemy number one
his choice of weapon is not a gun
but, the ball point pen he loves.
The words he prints can cut you deep
as if a blade had swept across your feet.
Though others may not see his type.
This sad and lonely chap is weak.
The neon signs are screaming out
beware the enemy, the scheming lout
for he will gladly spread his lies
then sit there smirking
with little, pride.
Some may think that ink can't hurt
but, when used just right and
the bubble bursts
the poison ink that he emit
could come back with a bigger hit.
Beware the open can of worms
for once escaped there's no return
So best ignore, this ink blot stain,
don't give rise to him again.
'yes with delight'.
by
A.A.....
How very true. And so well executed. I think this should be poem of the day as a warning that owning a keyboard and a nametag that reads Poet is not a license to infect the cosmos with poison. Nicely done.
Well, it's a lot better than my effort on the same subject! very sharp, funny and with a wise ending! very apt for the stink with the ink!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good writing, Annette! The poison pen can be lethal.