Tongue Waggers Poem by John Sensele
Tongue Waggers
Anything they dislike
Belongs to hell
Because they stole the right
To sell and yell
Sweeping statements
Which they always tell.
Foes and detractors thrive
Where tongue-waggers
Gather to plot
How to sink their daggers
Into your back
As your body staggers.
No matter how close
Their bayonet gets,
Cruise on with zest
To chop down threats,
Nets, jets and wet sets
Till their brunette sweats.
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