Iron Wood
Poets impregnate stoic barriers
Pragmatic warrior affixed to Styx
Falling in love in Quid pro quo
Fevers infusing and shine like a pro
Licking lexicons chewing and spit
Dueling word puzzles until they fit
Pettifoggers who just won’t let it go
Essential wisdoms pay for the show
With grudge we trudge into the steel of mahoganies
Gangs engrained we gain from hymnal crosses
Word pullers insane from this poetic agony
We are best stained from our worst tragedies
In small closed clubs we gather as few
Praying together we can pay these dues
Yet desperate to believe in me and you
Poets engrained in the steel of mahoganies
