Idle hands it is they say
Is where the devil be at play
Dance around the fire
Display in a
Delightful merry way
Light the candle
Shoot the spark
Watch the smoke rise
In the dark
My gossip queen
You plant the seed
Watch your tongue
Roll out the deed
Secret are the words
Projectile turns left yet to burn
Quiet quiet til they bubble
Up creating all the trouble
Dramatic fork we taste the
Naughty vulgar wicked
Licks of tawdry slippery
Unmistaken brazen
Things you say
Evolve into a sacred world
Make the changes that will
Swirl out a progress
Disenthrall the beast
That’s knocking at
Your door
Your choice to stay
Around the pit even
To hang out or in it
Is liberation to
A friend
Observation
Soon will end
To rise above
Is to defend
An age
Well spent
Deliver me
© GÄ
Poétique 