My words are slick, swift, and quick
They will tear you down before you lick
The food off your plate, breathe some air or even anticipate.
My words are quick, sick, and oh more thick
Than the arctic ice that floats,
But when it comes to choosing words
It’s easier to just come out the throat
Rather than thinking twice to see if it’s right for the moment or the time.
As in right now when my main goal is just to make these words rhyme
Without reason or thought I write this poem
Like the energizer bunny I just keep going.
Be careful what you do to me
Because my words are more deadly
Than a silver bullet in a gun
Because you can dodge a bullet but my words you can’t out run.
Be you Usain or insane you’re in range
To get your feelings broke
Forget what you heard,
Words are the number 1 killer
Take more lives than strokes.
People use them vicariously, precariously, unwillingly, uncaringly
Sending people to early graves
It seems like word killing is the hottest rage.
John R.A. Harper
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.