It bears the weight of dried onions, tears of the past
Resting on rusted trunnions, with fears it won't last
An iron egg shell age hardened, but rotten to the core
A rusting rage relic pardoned, iced under dust of a forgotten war
More noise than shell spitting fire from broken teeth and mouth
Brimstone from hell, a fitting liar, a drunken dry drought
Scattered fallen casings laying all about
Past battle tracings rebuke the face of doubt
When young a short fuse, in age hole now spiked
A tongue with elevation screws, black soul disliked
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: January 9th, 2026 02:59
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Good write SB.
Thanks so much my friend
I thought it would be a trout-y botox poem about KP, with that title! lol.
I thought you would find something in it since mouth and lips are at times interchangeable words. With a little dyslexia one could say gun's and gum's are closely related
An angry personality eventually consumes and destroys its possessor 🕊️🙏🏻
My friend you see though the smoke and see the wreckage. Thanks so much Cryptic for the read and vision of the message. It is most appreciated
Soren, this is brutal in the best way. It feels corroded, loud, and exhausted all at once. The voice carries the weight of something long past usefulness but still dangerous. Fantastic poem, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan for the read and comment it is appreciated.
You are most welcome, Soren!
This feels like Trumps second term in office.
Not having enough time in his first term to rule the world, he's now up and running, and the world is his oyster.
Hope Greenland have big snowballs to throw.
Thanks so much Paul for the read and comment. Maduro gone he opened the door for China to take Taiwan and Russia to take the rest of Ukraine. Hitler could not have done any better but then I guess Bush did the same in Iraque. Might does make right.
The world getting held to ransom by three old tossers, four if you count Iran.
History is quite violent, isn't it? The old, rusty tears of the past are replaced with more "efficient" options. Let us hope for a world where more people use their mouths and not the big mouth you describe! Well done!
Thank you NinjaGirl for your read and remarks they are most appreciated. Let us use our mouths to bring peace not war love not hatred.
Fine words soren.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy
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