My words are slick, swift, and quick

They will tear you down before you lick

The food off your plate, breathe some air or even anticipate.

My words are quick, sick, and oh more thick

Than the arctic ice that floats,

But when it comes to choosing words

It’s easier to just come out the throat

Rather than thinking twice to see if it’s right for the moment or the time.

As in right now when my main goal is just to make these words rhyme

Without reason or thought, I write this poem

Like the energizer bunny, I just keep going.

Be careful what you do to me

Because my words are more deadly

Then a silver bullet in a gun

Because you can dodge a bullet but my words you can’t outrun.

Be you Usain or insane you’re in range

To get your feelings broke

Forget what you heard,

Words are the number 1 killer

Take more lives than strokes.

People use them vicariously, precariously, unwillingly, uncaringly

Sending people to early graves

It seems like word killing is the hottest rage.

John R.A. Harper

 Ephesians 4:29
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.