Beware the use of adjectives,
the holiest of gowns.
They turn your nouns chameleon,
when Barnum comes to town.
The noun is self-sufficient
when it tells you lie from truth.
The conjurer will mix them
with gold and silver, ruth-
less in redefining the
language to fit his needs.
Entitlement becomes the
unearned benefit and leads
us to the welfare queen-
we’ve cursed her long enough.
We know, we know our taxes go
to pay for the warrior’s stuff.
Take the language back I say
and let the tokens sour.
One truth is all it takes
and the metaphor is ours.
12/2017
Anne's mediocre poetry 