Teetering on the edge…
Of where?
Beware
No care
Deep despair
Caught in the lair
Of the great brown bear
Golden hair
Red atop
Will not stop
First flip
Then flop
Across the barren crop
Fields
No yields
He wields
That mighty pen…
Has been
Double chin
Flag pin
Twisted grin
No fear
They cheer
You steer
Unclear
Under a year
Is it flight
Or fright
Or fight
That will right
The sight
Of those who bow
To the golden cow
Kiss the hand
On demand
Wear the cross
Hug the flag
Mistake for humble
Those who brag
Choices
Voices
Meant to be used
Not abused
Sit confused
Breathe it in
Hold it there
Burns the lungs
Stings the nose
Breathe it out
Let it go
Calms the tongue
Stills the woes
Tori Burris Inkley
5/31/25

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