writer's cramp

does a glib nib
scribble more than dribble
when the poet quibbles
about insignificant preoccupations
and vain mutations
of eloquence
with condolences
to your conscience
                  then break that nib and never write again
                    because your pulchritude breeds but disdain

does page outrage
give you rite of passage
when you have no message
to bleed random disparagement from the pulpit
and raise the culprit
in self-defense
beyond the lens
of commonsense
                    then curtain-close impose with no encore
                     leave desolate the diplomatic corps

you do bleed greed
as you scatter hunger
wise men read no longer
when bloody inks stain metaphors on lyric lines
for inclandestine
calamities
and tragedies
leave families
                    of words uttered without clear assonance
                     that make men dance in vicious ignorance

does your spill kill
inarticulateness
cerebral sedateness
makes bedfellows with the screech of lying tongues
truth can right the wrongs
speak it ever
and endeavor
to be clever
                    break your glib nib, still page outrage, slay greed
                     spill not to kill, or else in vain you bleed

© Copyright 2019 December 01
by Clyve A. Bowen♫