Jealousy's rage
Causes a page
To fill with assault
Bringing tumult
Stepping back
Seeing black
Assessing value
Reaps a milieu
Filled with praise
Of all the ways
Words have art
Thru-out all arcs
Curving around
Above the sounds
Uttered in whispers
Behind many listers
Fall back in quiet
For words are tired
When used to hurt
Coming from jerks
Or other motions
Without any potions
To salve the pain
And erase all stain
Some lives unique
Are not at all bleak
Until these barbs
Prick skin hard
Attend to own
And be shown
Better ways
To do praise
- Tristram
Christopher W. Thomas
10:08am Feb. 26th, 1998