POEM: Through the fire

Through the fire
Through the wire
I'm stepping up
and rising higher
cause you didn't hire
...thus you can't fire
cause digging that ditch
will be your own briar

I won't tire
I won't retire
I'll just watch out
for those who conspire
and yes the liars,
trying to burn me in the fryer
I got my tools
I got my wrench and my pliers

I don't have stylers
nor do I have spy-ers
but I've got faith
and I've got clean desires

 

© Linette Rabsatt