sharpen my tongue

questioning can be a dangerous
thing
sometimes one can be too smart for ones own good

they want a compliant monkey

monkey see
monkey do

see nothing
hear little
say less

my sensitive soft parts like the brain, heart and soul
won't accept that mealy mouth arrangement
I harden at the tip of the lip
won't zip my lip
points of stimulation that won't change on the whims of some new configuration

I don't need a whetstone to sharpen my tongue
these words are already on the edge
save the compliments
give me strong words, linguistic scissors that cut
statements that sharpen against each syllable
a portrayal that hones a place with the impact
verse that don't cut you no slack
phrases that give you the toothy grins of piranha

sides of a positions
the insides of intrinsic

yes, questioning can be a dangerous
thing
so what,
I am always in some kind of trouble
HA!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

catholic school, 7th grade, in religion class, I asked Sister Mary Kick My Ass, Sister, we read about Jesus's early life, birth in the manger, the wisemen viewing,all the way up to twelve or so when he drove the money changers from the temple etc., And then we don't hear about him again until he's 30? So, I asked her, what did Jesus do in those 18 years, his formative years as a man? Gotta remember, I am entering puberty here in 7th grade, So I say, Sister, Do you think he liked girls? Yep, you guessed it, GOT MY ASS KICKED, AND EXPELLED!!! BBOOOMMM! HA! Except for the ass kicking ( Got it from my ultra religious Irish Dad too)
It worked like a charm I hated Catholic School...
Peace
Dylan
Got thrown

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