I'm here to bite not to lick.
Or to soothe blemished egos.
I'm not one to sit and kiss a bruise.
Nor spread honey,
On an attacking wolfe's lips.
What you get is a pinch to feel.
I will not keep things deluded,
For your appeal.
I wish to keep things real.
It makes life more appreciated.
And to leave the deceit of thieves...
To plot their misdeeds,
Upon minds fantasized about 'their' realities!
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-you-get-is-a-pinch-to-feel/
