Do you cork your heart,
Like a fine red wine,
Taking care not to spill a dot?
For should you stain your shirt,
Like an arrogant flirt,
You’re afraid you’d drink till you drop.
Do you spend your time,
As if it were gold,
Investing in nothing wrong.
Or do you treat it like a penny,
Adding up one too many,
In the depths of the chaise longue?
Do you pawn your health,
Like a disvalued antique,
Simply to acquire costly bauble?
Perchance you lose face,
Under your skin there’ll be space,
For every monster to breed and squabble.
Do you tenderize your brain,
Like a pound of flesh,
To make it more inviting?
For should it find itself hardened,
And successively sharpened,
People will feel its unmistakable biting.