Legacy of literary prowess
As good as my last verb
So few have the nerve
Drifting on a sea of public scrutiny
Your thoughts
Burn inside me deeply
Blasting through my minds sarcastic wit
Words
They flow so easily
Almost criminal
Often cynical
Aiming for subliminal
I’d like it if you dig it
However
It’s not my pointed purpose
Merely spitting truth
Trail of good intentions
On this borrowed stage
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2010
