With pen poised over paper He crafts his words with care. A satirical rogue is what he sees When he peers into the mirror on his desk. His work is cruelly cutting His victims know his words bite deep. But his effort is expended For the sake of drawing blood. He cuts healthy flesh away Exposing nothing to be made light of Yet attempts to shine a light on dull mediocrity Anyway. Too bad in their writing that His words won’t bite his tongue.
