They personalize every comment you make
every clever observation every Wilde quip
a quip is not a whip Himself might have observed
every remark not meant to leave one
words can be harmful yes the truth can injure sure.
A writer plays with fire a poet burns down the house
but I have declared myself show me what harm I’ve done
in saying what I’ve said I set us both free
we climbed through the same barbwire fence to get here
you’re only scratched I drew hardly any blood at all.
