Words are bull
there is no time
to sit and mull
but write
get over with it
Nice and full
Words are not
sharp or short
they are woolly
and fuzzy
not clear at all
but balls
of sheer gall
To tame
them
you pin
and rein in
wild bulls
held by horn
grab and pull
of strength shorn
Devoid of vile
force evil
they plough
and though
brute
are adroit
bear fruit
relief
follows suit.
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