Riding the tail of the dragon,

To visualize what is being swept by.

Need nothing to cloud my reasoning,

As I see it as it is and not diluted.

Who will question what I describe,

In detail as it happens, no lies?

I see the improbable being swept away

By the flick of a tail that is always moving.

It seems the tongue is the best weapon

For those who rely on shading the truth.

When called a name, lost is retribution,

As it becomes self serving to those that listen.