Words of wisdom drip like honey from the lip
Of the man in front, speaks with authority so blunt.
So soft and smooth, the words sink through
My mind and touch my heart, much like David's harp.
Words of pleasure soak, like a dagger past the cloak,
Stab the unwise victim, cut his throat, that's what happens when fools and wickedness elope.
Friday, May 4, 2007
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