in a pigs eye, oink oink...

In a pigs eye,
during this verse is why.
I surely can't say goodbye,
words and verse fly.
Fly somewhere,
either here or there.

Poets & writers put it out,
their words fly about,
may not hold much clout,
but they do travel route.
The only way to be quiet,
is not to at all fly it.

I'd love to shut my mouth for good,
but it's hard to keep a
termite from eating wood.
Even termites know there aim,
they suffer no darn shame.
They'll eat you out of house and home,
then continue to roam.
Looking for more nourishment,
needing no darn encouragement.

OnepoetGem