Tongue

 

lead me back to the times of laughter 

the banguets flooded with wine

and lard by my rhimes 

of the mere quantities of food used

consumed in harmony with 

the tune of a flute

finding its way down to the bowls

of overfed gentlemen 

nourished by gentle women

in front of a pleasant fire

they admire

telling tales 

as forcefull as gales 

blowing the truth away

the taste of a tongue became

an addiction and a conviction

(c) JR. 2013