I once met an angry Wasp.
Empty words they say dies in no mans’ land
Anger keeps a man out of a good job.
I met a Wasp that belonged with a mob
All that came on me through the clouds wasn’t planned
The buzz i heard seemed more like a one band
One sound played by able Men from Punjab.
All my feelings weren’t enough to rob
My strong mountains were not able to stand.
Take your clean tongue to the laundry store
Get a proper wash, iron and well sealed.
Words can make man or buy a swollen face
Weights would be thrown at you, choose to ignore
Broken hearts through genuine words are healed.
If only words on their own know their place.