Logophobia

Fanciful delights,
Popsicles in moonlit nights,
Icebergs floating down the stream,
Of soda pop and gasoline,
And here I stand to stop the tide,
Of things that are good,
And things that are bad,
Things that are trash,
That destroy all your hopes,
Your dreams catalyzed,
By poison-tipped knives.

I love you, now go.

Before you hurt yourself.