SPEAK-EASY FIRE BREATH
(Based loosely on James 3:1-9)
All hail to the marvelous tongue,
On whose words many wars have begun…
Evil words in time
Regardless of clime
Can turn a good day into dung.
When tongue coordinates with eyes,
The brain is suddenly surprised
On what the tongue relates
When an eye fixates
On a personal feature tantalized.
What a wonderful flame of desire
Is set off by the tongue’s rapid fire…
But just say the word
And love is deferred,
Disappointment can only aspire.
And what of the one who must hear
That tongue’s ultimatum so clear…
Perhaps they will find
Some false peace of mind
By drowning their sorrows in beer.
‘Tween man and woman so keen
The tongue oft turns obscene…
The object of man
Is to get what he can,
Even for those who want to live clean.
A tongue to the heart is demanding
That much more intimate understanding….
That for the male is physical
Which the woman finds quizzical,
And frankly, much more demanding.
We come back to the tongue,
That intoxicating, fire-breathing one…
That if not controlled
Will its soul be sold
To the master of treachery—Evil One.