We've all known tongues so razor sharp
they cut right to the bone
Danger hidden in a smile
we really thought we'd known
A sharpened tongue, so oft in stealth,
is surgical in scope
It seeks specific targets
and leaves one with the hope
That he survives the full onslaught
of the wielders touch
Maybe, blood is left enough,
to escape her clutch
Now I've a friend who's tongue's not sharp
in the classic fashion
But get her on her horse just right,
her words are simply smashin
When at peace, she's all kid gloves,
a lady, prim and proper
But get her knickers in a twist,
there's no real way to stop 'er,
From saying anything that drops,
unfiltered, to her mind
Subtlety will never be
a tool that she can find
The sticks and stones of mocking verse
matched by her verbal hammer
Are smashed aside in weltered words,
makes the hammered stammer
Bruised and battered enemies
bear witness to the drama
Counselor may need be called,
to heal the blunt force trauma
Richard Higley © Aug 2011
