There are feelings
You’d wish press
With words astute,
To thus express
Desperate wanting
Would find redress…
Yet what ensues
Holds but stated
Morose meaning,
Beyond the reach
That now inhibits
Once motor habits,
Said nature’s alibi
For mental silence!
Of an ornery heart,
Be nothing short
Of cantankerous art,
In gained techniques
Tetchy years provide,
With every landing
Of well placed darts…
Now covetable level
Of querulous repute,
Will strike with agility
Of marksman astute,
And substantial ability…
Tho tolerated surplus,
He’s sure to attain
Enviable peer status,
As he lashes at will
Irascible gems,
Of sluttish repartee
To biting opprobrious,
Bestowed more than less
Upon unwary victims,
A cantankerous redress!
