Thursday, February 10, 2011

wordswordswords (Matt. 5:21-37

the media trumpets
     loud and clear
  that i can get a hall pass
              during my marriage
        or i can have a friend
           with benefits along the way,
    but you whisper the words
        in those moments of

this morning
     i was told that the
                terrror threat
          is as high as its ever
  so my suspicion level
      needs to be turned up
           with that sharp eye
    out for packages,
                parked cars
       certain people (who
                   might just look
                   like you),
but your songs have lyrics full of

that little imp
sits on my shoulder and
        whenever i find myself
     in an awkward spot,
  not sure about what i should
       he weaves a story
       which win the trophy
           at the liars club convention,
  urging my tongue to give it a
but you keep holding up
     the flash card reading
  pushing me time and again
                 to get it right.

(c) 2011 Thom M. Shuman

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