Unto The Uncouth

It seems a soft
sound found me.
It seems I release
all my soft things.

I do not want it,
dulcet tender sort.
I breathe now a
firey blazing retort.

I seek truth in a
hand I carry close.
No one ever sees
its lethal little dose.

Ask me and I’ll
shy away from you.
Ask me and I’ll
dance it in a tune.

The truth it scares
the most dishonest.
We hunger we do
for mercy upon us.

But in my hand I
hold onto me while
in the other grasp
I do all banter mild.

For you reveal to
me that which I see.
From an honest eye
father gave to me.

So I go on dancing,
so I’ll chide the truth.
For next to me I will
see all to the uncouth.

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