WARNING:OFFENSIVE THOUGHTS

A fiery write from a wildfire woman

I can be the Bolshevic
stirring up a revolution
I can have such toxic thoughts
I can be pollution

I could be the goddess Kali
if you rattle my cage
I could be swear words
sitting on your page

You start a storm
in my ocean
I can turn into a tsunami
you wind me up
too much then say
that I am barmy

I could be a wild fire
out of control
take me to Cern
I could be a black hole

Or I could be as sweet as
grandmas apple pie
but cross my path again
I'm the spider
and you're the fly

D.Hinson