Wrestling Words

Wrestling Words

By J. Lynne Moore

Put this in your pocket,
Give it a little smoke.
Who cares anymore…
If the logic is all broke?

Wear me down with lies,
That never seem to stop.
Put them in your pocket,
And hop kangaroo hop.

No more wrestling words,
No more poison thoughts;
This is where we draw the line,
On you wicked little plots.

Turn back now, you canker…
I won’t say it again!
We’ve all be there before,
And this is how it began.

Take your final pink slip,
Bend someone else’s ear.
No more will we wallow,
In your tar pit of fear.

© 2016 -2017 Cashmere Illusions.blog /J.Lynne Moore All Rights Reserved

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