Tongues Spin and Weave Tongues spin and weave their sophistry, a slick and silken tapestry, from golden throne and ivory tower and each elitist seat of power through labyrinths of history. Such linguistic sorcery; such honey-spun chicanery is trickery that sweetens sour. __Tongues spin and weave. When syrup-dipped toxicity disguises vile duplicity with evil veiled in virtue’s flower, your liberty they will devour. Perceive, beguiled society--- __tongues spin and weave. Triggered Make sure all banter’s feather-light and trite (don’t pain the brain with sensibility) and speak with only those who know you’re right. To function in an era spiked with spite safeguard your ears from savage honesty— make sure all banter’s feather-light and trite. If wild words wound and wind ‘til you’re uptight, don’t welcome speech that’s feisty, fresh and free; just speak with only those who know you’re right. When taunting tongues among us lash and slight, croon “Kumbaya” in spaces safe to be; make sure all banter’s feather-light and trite. If truth is apt to bruise, confuse or bite, just name it “hate” or “impropriety” then speak with only those who know you’re right. When in a flap or flux of fight-or-flight, caress a pygmy goat while sipping tea, make sure that banter’s feather-light and trite and speak with only those who know you’re right. UltraCRAPidarian sutor, ne ultra crepidam* If lexicons are lacking lingual lure the poet must endeavor to invent a word to leave the reader more than sure of eloquent yet relevant intent. In this case to disgrace the pompous sod who bloviates and blathers ceaselessly in overbearing airs that ride roughshod o’er polished pearls of soft sagacity, while spewing garish gossip out in gluts of smut that bends the ear and burns the cheek with vile, defiling bile that twists the guts. I’m searching for a word that’s far from meek; a fearless, feisty noun designed to fit a meddling, loose-lipped peddler of bullshit. *"Cobbler, no further than the sandal!" Thus, don’t offer your opinion on things that are outside your competence. It is said that the Greek painter Apelles once asked the advice of a cobbler on how to render the sandals of a soldier he was painting. When the cobbler started offering advice on other parts of the painting, Apelles rebuked him with this phrase in Greek, and it subsequently became a popular Latin expression. Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets).