Away with words
Those devilish things.
They are a slimy discrete packet of doing nothing.

Words words words to motivate
Intimidate exaggerate and lie

Words start more fires than they extinguish
And push peace farther and farther away.
Words are like a piñata with no candy inside;

Words dress up and go to church
But they don’t sing or read, or listen at all.

Away with words, they roll off the tongue.
The tongue, with its poison, finesses the letters like
The crest of a wave ever progressing towards the shore.
By the time it gets there, it’s full of fury and ready to crash.


They don’t get anything done, but destruction.
Actions are preferable in every way. But,
Oh how I lament the fact these very words are words themselves.