Aspersions

Sitting 'round the table

Captivated by the fable

Getting wrapped up in the cycle

Of the not-so-subtle libel

Speaking of her like she’s junk

Speaking of him as a punk

Aspersions firing with a bang

To compose the vile harangue

Assaulting every possible neighbor

Lacking any taste of favor

Bitterness the favorite flavor

Something kind o how I savor

Those not present lack defense

From incessant negligence

Of the words that cause despair

Leaving me with bleeding ear

How I wish for something pure

To cause such great allure

That it would captivate and cure

Ballooning egos with a skewer

Send us tumbling down to earth

Where we remember from our birth

Wickedness lives in us each

And we all must strive to reach

For the pinnacle achieved

For perfection unreceived

Away from devils who adversely

Convince us we’re too good for mercy.