Failure Is A Fiendish Fear Poem by Lazarus Knix

If I could walk with Aristotle,
Beneath the trees of Greece,
I would, for the sake of honor,
Command my tongue to cease.

And if I could converse with Frost,
Beside a pasture spring,
I would have my lips ripped off,
So I may gain something.

For in a Wise man's company,
I often lose the wealth,
Which could be gained by inquiry,
Instead of proving myself....
Out of insecurities

Failure is a fiendish fear-
Tamed only by a tight throat,
And open ears